There was something that hurt him in the way the hills rose so gently from the broad, rich southern plain. Something painful in the lazy curves of the river, golden under a sinking sun, shadowed by the trees that grew along its edges.
– Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon, page 419
Version:
Paperback, 544 pages
Published May 26th 2015 by Atheneum Books for Young Readers
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