The kiss of the nightingale

A stolen magical gem transforms an orphan's destiny... A stunnng and completely unputdownable romantasy novel set in an alternative historical Paris, The Kiss of the Nightingale weaves together the seduction of Bridgerton and the magic of Raven Kennedy's Gild.

1890, Lutèce: In this city, Talents are precious gems that gift unrivalled skills to their owners. The most coveted, Elite Talents, are claimed by the aristocracy, passed through generations by blood magic.

Cleodora dreamed of inheriting her father's Tailoring Talent, but when he died, the magic died with him. Now she's left with empty promises, a dress shop she can't keep afloat, and her bed-ridden younger sister.

But everything changes when she meets the dark-eyed Lady Dahlia Sibille. Dahlia offers Cleodora a Singing Talent - a chance to save her beloved sister and rewrite her own fate. From the first instant, Cleodora is bewitched... There's just one she needs to steal an Elite Talent from the prestigious Lenoir family.

As Lutèce's nightingale, Cleodora is the star of the opera's galas and balls, worlds away from the darkness and dust of home. But the handsome yet infuriating Vicomte Lenoir is nothing like she expected.

Soon, the Vicomte's teasing smiles win her over, 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?

Moon Serenade

Composer: Eyal Bat
Text: The Kiss of the Nightingale by Adi Denner
Soprano: Adi Denner
Piano: Ina Koyton
Art: Abeer Malik

The song was composed especially for the book The Kiss of the Nightingale and can also be found within the audiobook version of the story.

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.