“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

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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