“So he closed his eyes and imagined Artimé, the way it had been, he way he wanted it to be again. His hands reached out to include the entire plot of land. "Imagine," he said in a soft voice, picturing… — Lisa McMann Copy Share Image
“Sky hummed a few bars, remembering the lilting, mournful notes. She hesitated, then haltingly began to sing: This song is from the crushed part of my heart. Sky's voice, permantly scarred by the thornament she'd been forced to wear on… — Lisa McMann Copy Share Image
