Tales are sung, and stories told
Of fire's blood and iron's cold,
Of steel and dark and pain and night,
And the summer's son and his lady light;
Of how an angel gained his wings,
And books and spells and broken things.
Listen, my child, don't be afraid-
This is the tale of a legend made.
The Rosenthian Cycle, Verse I
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This story is for Suzie, one of the best people to ever enter my life.
Your presence was a joy and a blessing,
and I hope to spend the rest of my life honoring your memory.
Suzanne Alice Hobbs Strode
1945-2020
YOU ARE READING
Forsaken: The Chosen Trilogy - Book One
FantasyBefore you begin this story, I must warn you first. This is not a tale of dashing knights and lovely damsels awaiting rescue. It is not the tale of happy endings, with birdsong and rides into the sunset. It is a tale of light magic and dark, of drag...
