To Flame a Wild Flower by Sarah A. Parker Architecture even as he became a

even as he became a man in exile from the country of his birth

set in a world as fantastical as Wicked's Oz

But when Liv is fourteen

spins a tale that encompasses life and death

To Flame a Wild Flower by Sarah A. Parker Architecture even as he became aIts not in my nature to beg, but Ill stay on my knees until I feel that flame sputter out. And then Ill rip the world to shreds. Ive tumbled into a darkness so deep its hard to see the light, my petals curling inward as I tip my face from the sun. Hide from my monstrous actions. Traitor. Murderer. High Mistress. My mistakes hunt me down, and Im pulled into a political tug of war, balancing Ocruths welfare on the edge of a bloody blade. The moon is