The Songbird & the Heart of Stone (Crowns of Nyaxia, #3)

by Carissa Broadbent

Asar gave me a slightly pitying look, the way one might look at a child who had just proudly declared that water was wet.

And he was smiling in a way that made the entire world stop, a smile that reminded me of the way the sun looked when it crested the horizon the first time I saw it at the Citadel, and I had thought, I am home. I am home.

“Good girl,” Asar whispered.

“I’m patient,” he murmured. “A man can’t rush worship.”