Book 2 Snippet

“In Nhoternis, women do not wear breeches unless they are guardians. So,” he said, “it is strange to see here.”
“I am no guardian,” I said, “and I wear what I please.”
“I see that,” he said, handing me the arrow, turning his arm just enough so that my fingers brushed the soft skin on the inside of his wrist. It was an accident, of course. “Have you been practicing long today?”
No,” I answered, a little discomfited. “I am taking a rest from working with Ciall, the healer.”
He laughed, a pleasing, liquid sound. “This is your rest?”
I shrugged a shoulder. “Yes.” I slid the arrow back into the quiver and attached it to my belt.

– Bones of the Vale, Chapter 2

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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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