“Then, one day, he came across a maiden in the wood." "A brave maiden?" I ventured. "Brave," he agreed. "And beautiful." I scoffed. "This is a fairy tale indeed." "Shush." He touched a finger to my lips. "The maiden was both brave and beautiful, beautiful in ways that she did not see. Could not see, for all her beauty was locked away inside, magic and music, waiting to be set free.”
Book:Wintersong