Book of Lost Princes

"e;Outside, on the bough of a tree, sat the living nightingale. She had heard of the emperor's illness, and was therefore come to sing to him of hope and trust. And as she sung, the shadows grew paler and paler."e;- Hans Christian Andersen, "e;The Nightingale"e;A marionette, a weeping willow, a house shade, and a lonely, abused boy - there are more to them than what meets the eye.Written in a styl...