The Harp of the Grey Rose

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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