Vă prezint mai jos primele 100 de cuvinte de cartea pe care tocmai o citesc, este un roman drăgălaş de poveste, cu umor fin şi fiinţe magice. CHAPTER ONE   I was born singing. Most babies cry. I sang an aria. Or so I believe. I have no one to tell me the truth of it. I was abandoned when I was a month old, left at the Featherbed Inn in the Ayorthaian village of Amonta. It was January 12th of the year of Thunder Songs. The wench who brought me to the inn paid for our chamber in advance and smuggled me in unseen. The next morning she smuggled herself out, leaving…