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

by Amy Harmon

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

“I’m going to kiss you again,” he murmured finally. “Unless you tell me no.” My mind was a huge, white wall. No protestations. No thoughts. No words at all.

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

If you are not a dream, will you please clothe yourself? “And if I am a dream, would you like me to remain as I am?” he said wryly,

Suddenly yearning had a flavor. It tasted like a king, a beautiful, frightening, infuriating man who flew into my life and began to free my words.

I have all the power, but you will destroy me. “Only your walls, Lark.” He deepened the kiss, licking into my mouth as if he knew he’d find me there hiding from him.

You chose me because I am of use. But I chose you because I wanted you. All I ever wanted was for you to love me in return.

“I have loved you every moment of every day, and I will love you until I cease to be. Bird, man, or king, I love you, and I will always love you.”