“Talros rose to his feet and crossed to the window. Outside, the stars glittered in the dark sky. For nearly a week he had been closeted in an inn of Tione, a small town between the Baron d’Iseult’s estates and Benthol. Time was wasting, draining as quickly as blood from an open wound. Talros’ instincts told him that something was coming to a head, and that someone else would die unless he solved this mystery swiftly. The snake was growing hungry and would soon strike again. He was certain.” – Nightingale, Chapter 12

About melissamickelsen

Melissa Mickelsen wrote her first book at age fourteen when she discovered that writing was just as fun as reading. After earning a master’s degree in technical communication, she worked in Germany writing and designing newsletters for a nonprofit organization. As a military spouse, Melissa lives with her husband and their two children wherever the government sends them. You can visit her website at
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