The Bird and the Sword Audiobook (Free)

Swallow, daughter, draw them in, those terms that sit upon your lips. Lock them deep within your soul, hide them ˜til they’ve time to grow. Close your mouth upon the power, curse not, remedy not really, ˜til the hour. You will not speak and you won’t tell, you won’t call on heaven or hell. You will learn and you will thrive. Silence, daughter. Stay alive.

The day my mother was killed, she told my father I wouldn’t speak again, and she told him easily died, he’d die too. Then she predicted the ruler about The Bird and the Sword would sell his spirit and lose his son to the sky. My dad has a claim to the throne, and he’s waiting around in the shadows for most of my mother’s phrases to come to move. He wants frantically to be king, and I simply want to be free. But freedom will require escape, and I’m a prisoner of my mother’s curse and my father’s greed. I can’t speak or make a audio, and I can’t wield a sword or beguile a king. In a property purged of enchantment, like may be the only magic still left, and who could ever like . a bird?