The Bird and the Sword (The Bird and the Sword Chronicles, #1)

by Amy Harmon

My mother told me with words, God created worlds. With words He created light and dark, water and air, plants and trees, birds and beasts, and from the dust and the dirt of those worlds, He created children, two sons and two daughters, forming them in his image and breathing life into their bodies of clay.

But the voices of fear and discontent are always loudest, and one by one, the Tellers, the Healers, the Changers, and the Spinners were destroyed.

My mother made words. She was a Teller, and her words were magic. She spoke and the words became life. Reality. Truth. My father knew it, and he was afraid. Words can be terrible when the truth is unwelcome.

I was only limited by my ignorance, by my fear, and by my own sense of right and wrong.

“Kjell is right. You are a dangerous little bird. But I think I will keep you.”