Twelve years ago, after being pulled from a cage in a Russian military base, Kiromir brought her to his people thinking that her wings and funny words meant that she could be one of them, a Wildling warrior full of fire and magic.
Now, she's the lone mockingbird in a flock of doves. Though, Gaffriel thinks she looks more like a woodpecker, but he's an idiot... a likeable idiot, but still an idiot. Can she really be one of them? Will they ever find her family, or did she make the best one for herself, already?
When her stupid grandmother starts to bargain her future 'for the better of the flock,' things go all the right kinds of wrong
[1st person, switching POV] [Book is completed and being edited]
Cover art by Damien Birdyboi @BirdyBoiWonder on twitter
Calligraphy by Sadcat SadCat#0732 on discord