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456 pages, Paperback
First published April 12, 2016
The pure song of a nightingale, a rossinhol, rang across the water, ending in a trill. It was an hour for sprites and fairies. What magic might lurk among the riverbank grasses? Anything was possible just before dawn.
“For my sake, guard your tongue to guard your life, my daughter.”
“These voices from the past had arisen like ghosts demanding to be heard.”

“What they don't understand, they destroy.” – The Passion of Dolssa