Michaela Nardone

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Over Saescha’s shoulder, I watched a firefinch hurl itself into the sky from the burning forest. Nightfire clung to its golden wings. Its wail of agony ripped through the night like a blade through a heart. And then I fell.
The Fallen and the Kiss of Dusk (Crowns of Nyaxia #4)
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