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326 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 18, 2017
He had no room for this music. No time for it. Yet he couldn’t shake the hold it had on him.
“So, you like my music?”
“Like is not the right word for it.”
His words came slowly, his unwillingness to answer evident. “Your music hurts, the way sunshine hurts when you’ve existed for a long time in darkness.”
She did know him. She didn’t know certain details, but she knew the ring of sincerity in his voice when he promised to support, respect, and defend her. She knew the private hell he was living. She knew he had an innate decency and sensitivity. He appreciated music, he mourned deeply for something in his past, and he was stronger than she could ever hope to be.
She became the music. She was the story, the vibration. She became the story of love, the notes written in kisses and caresses on her skin. She felt the symphony, the swelling highs in the lifts, and the terrible lows in the falls, and hope was the cruelest note of all, the devastation that came afterward, utterly intolerable.
“Her music ran through him with electric energy, more joyous than anything he could remember and more painful than silver.”
“Your music hurts, the way sunshine hurts when you’ve existed for a long time in darkness.”
“Lady of the Lake,” by Ed Beard Jr.★★★★½ (This is a review of the audiobook.) Sophie Eastlake does the narration again for this series. I’m getting so that I don’t much mind her. Good infection for the horrific parts, as well as the tongue-in-cheek...and good pacing.
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