The Bird and the Sword (The Bird and the Sword Chronicles #1) by Amy Harmon

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’m going to be completely honest. I read the synopsis and was hesitant to read this book. It sounded like this would be a fantasy book written by another indie romance author, and in my heart, it sounded like it had potential, but I feared it would fall flat. And I have to say, I hate myself for having thought that and not giving this book a chance sooner. READ THIS BOOK. If you love fantasy and romance, you need this book in your life. And it hit dead center of two of my favorite genres.

From the moment I started reading this story, I knew I was hooked. I only put this down when I had to go to sleep, and first thing in the morning, it was in my hands again. The story of Lark and Tiras was beautiful, magical, and a true testament for fighting for the things you love and want to keep most in this life.

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

The plot of this tale is brilliant. I don’t want to delve into detail about the story because this is something ever reader of either of these genres should experience for themselves.

The Bird and The Sword was enticing and magical, dark and hungry. This fantastic story brought me to my knees. Amy Harmon is a new favorite author of mine with her ability to create worlds and elicit such yearning.

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.

Amy Harmon’s work in this book is completely original. The characters were enticing. The story enchanting. I haven’t read a story quite like this one, and I’m so happy I decided to delve in before the release of The Queen and The Cure (coming May 9th). Three more days… Three more days… Three more days…

Rating: 5 breathtaking stars!

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29008738Swallow, Daughter, pull them in, those words that sit upon your lips. Lock them deep inside your soul, hide them ‘til they’ve time to grow. Close your mouth upon the power, curse not, cure not, ‘til the hour. You won’t speak and you won’t tell, you won’t call on heav’n 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 if I died, he would die too. Then she predicted the king would trade his soul and lose his son to the sky.

My father has a claim to the throne, and he is waiting in the shadows for all of my mother’s words to come to pass. He wants desperately to be king, and I just 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 sound, and I can’t wield a sword or beguile a king. In a land purged of enchantment, love might be the only magic left, and who could ever love . . . a bird?

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