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Autor: Amy HarmonNázev: Meč a ptáčekNakladatelství: YOLIRok vydání: 2019Počet stran: 304Překvapivě dobrá young adult standalone fantasy. Od Amy Harmon jsem četla již několik knih. Jedna z knih, Making Faces, je jednou z mých nejoblíbenějších knížek vůbec. Takže jakmile jsem se dozvěděla, že Meč a ptáček (kniha, o které jsem doteď neslyšela nic špatného) bude vycházet i v češtině,[...]
Swallow, 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… ...
Swallow, 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?
