Mystic Meadowlark: Poetry

In Mystic Meadowlark, Melody Lee dipped my fingers inside her magic, and from page one, she held my hand and invited me to dance with her beneath the full moon. She gathered her pack of white wolves, sung me lullabies beside her campfire, and I was entirely under her spell. I sung along beneath the stars. We sipped wine from victorian cups while she moved my soul and drew me in like an interstellar pull. We wept from old wounds and she tended to them gently. She helped me break free from stagnant chains more than once. Melody blanketed the ice on my skin and kept me warm throughout her entire book. Melody makes me want to hire a home inside her heart. She is warm and soulful. A mother to anyone who steps inside her world. A lover of everything strange and wonderful. A warrior that embraces both sides of the coin with an undying fire inside her soul.Melody reaches the reader on a personal soul level. And I am enchanted by her words. She welcomed me home. Melody is a sorceress from old times, and her voice is forged by otherworldly, ancient magick. She is a lover from a different time and her work stands out like the moon on a clear night. This book flows like the tides, dancing to the pull of our beloved moon. Truly a masterpiece. S.A. Quinox, author of Tales of Lacrimosa and Immortalis\nMystic Meadowlark is one part sunlight and two parts moonglow wrapped up in a kiss of enchantment. Melody Lee weaves her spell and leaves you transfixed. Her words are both ethereal and powerful, soulful and resolute. Her use of nature and magic blend together beautifully to create poetry that dances off the page and into your heart. Ashley Jane, author of All Darkness and Dahlias