The Dragon and the Dove (The City of Fantome #3)

Part IV

For spring to bloom anew, even the wildflowers must wither and die.

Birds fall weary from the sky, while fledglings leap, hopeful, from their nests.

Great change dawns, not through rage and war and clashing swords,

But in the quiet surrendering to fate.

MAUD ARANDEL SAINT OF LOST HOPE