The Nightingale Novelas e Histórias

I read it aloud, my voice trembling as the words filled the small room. "Grace, Ethan, Julian... If you are reading this, the Nightingale has fallen. The silence you feel is the sound of the Wolfe name finally being returned to the earth. I am the last of the old blood, and I have chosen to be the one who turns out the lights.

Instead of concentrating, I keep on looking outside at the dark night with full of stars and bright moon glistening it's blue lights on the streets. I can't see the street but I can just see the pavements of the mansion which are shining with its light. I can see even the leaves shining with it's light, fluttering with the gentle touch of the breeze around while the nightingales are busy singing their blues. I think they are singing my blues right now. I think they want to express how I am feeling right now. Maybe they are my only friend right now. "Dear... Zara... You have the life that no one tell...

“Yes! You can do the boring things, like finding hostels, planning meals, and above all getting directions.” Morozko buttoned his black messenger jacket. “And I imagine you'll do the heroic things, like rescue tsarevnas from Zmei Gorynych the three-headed dragon of Russian fairytales and slay Nightingale the Robber, famous bandit of the wild woods whose whistling can kill a whole flock of geese?” “Nightingale is still around? I thought my favorite boyar knight Ilya Muromets killed him centuries ago!”