Once heard, the song of a Silvana can never be forgotten. . .
“For every man who wins such a wife there are three destroyed in the attempt. Those fortunate few who are chosen have not just the song, but the singer, for the rest of their days. The rest, well – they say the loss is too much for any man to bear.”
Sixteen year old Fabiom, only son of the Lord Holder of Deepvale, has little interest in politics or commerce, preferring to spend his time reading poetry or wandering Deepvale’s woodland tracks where he dreams of winning the hand of a Silvana, one of the mysterious and powerful tree spirits who haunt the deepest groves. But when he is suddenly thrown into the political arena and expected to keep the family silk business running, everything changes. Fabiom fears he will have to put aside his dream, for such a quest is perilous and Deepvale cannot afford to lose its young lord.
The piece of amber he finds beneath the huge ash tree could change his mind. If one of the Silvanii is upset enough to weep golden tears at the thought of losing him, then presenting himself on the eve of his seventeenth birth-anniversary might not be so dangerous after all.
What Fabiom does not know is that the fiercely guarded secrets of silk-making have been sold abroad, putting more than the economic stability of his holding at risk; it was the Silvanii who first gifted Morene’s people with those secrets, and they do not take kindly to betrayal.
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