I don’t usually write poems or songs in my books, but this time the story called for one. And as this blog features quite a lot of my poetry, I thought I’d share it. To put it in context, it gives a vial clue for my characters to find something:
‘And when the snows begin to ease
On mountains high, with cool breeze
Look out to the peaks every morn
From which the ice sparrows are drawn
And watch them duck and dive
Until upon the floating cities they arrive,
Stealing crystals for their nests,
Those naughty sparrows, dragon’s pests.
Treeshallow Musings 