1890, Lutèce: A city where Talents—precious gems that grant
unparalleled powers—define everything.
Cleodora dreamed of inheriting her father’s Tailoring Talent, but his sudden death left her with nothing: no magic, a failing dress shop,
and a sister whose life hangs by a thread.
When the alluring Lady Dahlia Sibille offers Cleodora a Singing Talent,
it feels like salvation. But there’s a catch—Cleodora must steal
a priceless Elite Talent from the powerful Lenoir family to keep it.
Transformed into Lutèce’s brightest opera star, Cleodora is swept into a world of glittering galas and dangerous secrets. Yet the infuriatingly charming Vicomte Lenoir is nothing like she expected, his teasing smiles disarming her even as Dahlia’s seductive whispers linger in her ears.
Torn between Dahlia, who gave her everything, and the Vicomte,
who holds the price of her freedom, is Cleodora in danger of losing it all?
Or can she prove that magic isn’t the only gift that counts?
"A lush fantasy
infused with
swooning romance
and twisty turns,
as enrapturing
as it is fresh."
-Booklist-
I breathe in the music and my body sways with the rhythm, wanting to merge with it. And before I can comprehend it, I’m singing. The depth of my voice is captivating, round and soft, yet with a brilliant brightness. But more than the sound, the physical sensation is exhilarating—my blood is warm, the ring on my finger pulsing with each lovely note. The music is my heartbeat, my purpose. And for the first time in my life, I’m not lost. Perhaps I can do this after all. Perhaps . . . this is my true calling. I’m floating as my eyes follow the notes, my mind translating them instantly, combining them with the words without any effort.
Tonight, the hawk halts its hunt, while the snake slumbers on lilies’ down.
Tonight, the moon shimmers and mercy drops to earth in pale celestial light.
Cradle his hand, dear moon, place it tenderly in my own.
Hold us until dawn’s soft light, and let him wake with me in his heart.
My voice soars high, filling the air with a soft timbre. I’m the moonbeam dancing across the water, my song the whispers of lovers.
*Excerpt from The Kiss of the Nightingale
The song was composed especially for the The Kiss of the Nightingale and can be found within the audiobook version of the story.
A world of beauty and betrayal