Flame and Sparrow (Flame and Sparrow Duology Book 1)

by S.M. Gaither

I was standing on the first floor of the Tower of Ascension—a place I remembered as dark, even to my elvish vision—but now it appeared to be cast in the brightest daylight, all the ancient symbols upon its obsidian walls alight. I could have spent hours studying and taking notes on those symbols, had my eyes not been drawn to the figure standing by the front door. Dravyn. A soft gasp fell from my lips. He turned to face me, and I saw him as I never had before. He was in his familiar, mortal-like form, yet all the edges of him seemed to glow. I felt as though my elven eyes had not been capable of seeing him for what he truly was—a being that was somehow even more breathtakingly beautiful than I remembered. I managed a few steps toward him before I slowed, overwhelmed and in disbelief over what was happening. He closed the rest of the distance between us with long, confident strides, reaching for my hand as he approached. I took it, and as our palms touched, a warmth unlike anything I’d ever felt flared in the depths of my very soul. A warmth that felt like home. “Hello, Wildfire,” he said with a smile.