I have a secret I wish I could tell someone, anyone. Even one person who could ease the burden of it from me, but I can't. I can't tell anyone because I can't speak, not a word, not a sound, not even a whisper or whistle. I can't write either. I never learned to read or write. There's only you, the friend in my head. My name is Greylin and a man took my voice.
A baby girl is stolen and hidden away. Years later a girl is found, but is she the same one? Her identity is unclear. Is she the missing princess or an impostor? She looks like a boy, she cannot speak, and she does not bear the birthmark of her family. Nevertheless, someone is determined to kill her*.* Greylin is the name she goes by, and she isn't in search of an identityor a heroshe's in search of a sword that haunts her dreams, but she may find more than she could possibly imagine.