Short story about Lexie, a bookworm who LOVES to read, just not out loud. Lets just say bad things have happened in the past when she read aloud. But does everything really have to have a terrible consequence for this young 'silvertounge? What happens when Lexie is forced to read about the Flock?

I've always wanted wings. I never thought that this would happen, though. I never thought that I would read myself wings. I never thought I would be a Silvertongue. I stared at my wings and screamed. I, Alex, had read words that spouted wings on my back.