“What is this?” the swordmaster grunted. “You bring me a sack of bones.” He was tall and hard with muscle, with dark, cropped hair and a long, narrow nose. I felt small next to him. Puny and weak, like a sapling next to the ancient oak.” – Nightingale, Chapter 5


About melissamickelsen

Nightingale is Melissa Mickelsen's debut novel. She loves hiking in the mountains, eating strawberries, reading, reading, more reading, and really good barbecue.
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