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She was so small. The only thing large about her were her eyes, and they filled her face, dark and solemn, like the midnight sky. Little bones, small features, a pointy chin, and elfin ears made her appear delicate, almost fragile, like a tiny bird. Her black hair—the same shade as her father’s—was silky and fine and felt like feathers brushing my face when I held her close, furthering the comparison.

She was my little Wren. The name had entered my mind the moment I held her in my arms, and I accepted it, acknowledging it from the Father of all Words, trusting the name was meant for her.

“What are you doing, Wren?”

“I’m making poppets,” she answered. Her little tongue peeked between her teeth, which happened whenever she attempted something difficult. She had a pile of ill-formed poppets beside her on the floor, and she wrapped a long piece of string around another one, creating a head, a torso, and four misshapen limbs. I crouched down beside her and picked one up.

“Tell me about them,” I urged.

“This one loves to sing.” She pointed at the lumpy doll in my hand. “And this one loves to dance—”

“Like a certain little Wren I know,” I interrupted tenderly.

“Yes. Like me. And this one loves to run.” She held up the smallest one.

“And this one?” I pointed to the poppet she’d just finished.

“This one is a prince.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. The Prince of Poppets. And he can fly . . . like Daddy.”

“Without wings?”

“Yes. You don’t need wings to fly,” she chirped.

“What do you need, Daughter?” I asked softly.

She looked up at me, her big, black eyes alight with knowledge, and she smiled.

“Words.”

I hate writing these things, not because I don’t like to say thank you or because I don’t have a million people to be grateful for, but because I’m certain I won’t adequately express how very blessed I am and how humbled I am by the love and support in my life.

First, I must thank my assistant, Tamara Debbaut. I truly don’t think I would have made it through this book without her. She’s tireless, enthusiastic, unbelievably capable, and irreplaceable. Thank you, my friend. I will never be able to pay you what your worth.

Second, my editor Karey White deserves praise and presents for this one. She worked on a hairy, odd, erratic timeline, and all the odd hairiness was mine. I’m turning into a true artist. I’m completely nuts.

Third—my family deserves thanks and love and compassion. I suffer for my art, and my family suffers too, though they smile kindly and tell me they aren’t in pain. I have four great kids and a pretty amazing husband, as well as parents and siblings and in-laws that love me and put up with me. I don’t deserve them and they definitely don’t deserve me.

Fourth—and these are in no particular order—I have to thank Jane Dystel and the whole team at Dystel and Goderich. They make me feel safe and sane. Hang Le for the amazing cover. To JT Formatting for the interior files—Julie always takes such good care of me. To the talented Maxime Plasse for his beautiful map of Jeru. To Mandy Lawler of Lawler Literary services, you do good work, lady.

Sixth, big thanks to great bloggers, my fellow authors, and my loyal readers. I am awed by their support. The world is a good place. Thank you, HARMONIES. Thank you, Tarryn Fisher, Penny Reid, Colleen Hoover, Jessica Park, Rebecca Donovan Elizabeth Hunter, K.A. Tucker, Alison Bailey, Jamie McGuire, Willow Aster, Leylah Attar, Debbie Macomber, Katy Regnery, Mia Sheridan, Karina Halle, A.L. Jackson, Eden Butler, Claire Contreras, Renee Carlino, Rachel Hollis, Stacey Grice, Beth Ehemenn, and so many others. Thank you for being kind.

Finally, I’m just really grateful for Diet Pepsi and Jesus. I know that isn’t eloquent, but it’s true. Now I’m going to go pop a cold one and say my prayers.

Thank you for reading! Now go and do no harm.

Amy Harmon is a Wall Street Journal, USA Today, and New York Times Bestselling author. Amy knew at an early age that writing was something she wanted to do, and she divided her time between writing songs and stories as she grew. Having grown up in the middle of wheat fields without a television, with only her books and her siblings to entertain her, she developed a strong sense of what made a good story. Her books are now being published in twelve countries, truly a dream come true for a little country girl from Levan, Utah.

Amy Harmon has written ten novels - the USA Today Bestsellers, Making Faces and Running Barefoot, as well as The Bird and The Sword, The Law of Moses, The Song of David, Infinity + One, Slow Dance in Purgatory, Prom Night in Purgatory, and the New York Times Bestseller, A Different Blue. Her next novel, From Sand and Ash will be released in October of 2016, via Lake Union Publishing.

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