He was Ceirin of Wran Cheaping. She was the Grey Rose. He had the power of the Bards unawakened inside him. She had the power of the gods and a curse of death on her. Together they might save the world--or lose it.
I love Charles de Lint, and this is another of his truly magical books.







Squeeeee! It's a Misty
Squeeeee! It's a Misty sighting!
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