“They stood in a circle in the storm, the dead of Goat Island, and the wind screamed around them, driving its packet of snow, and some kind of song burst from her. It went up into the wind and the wind carried it away. They all sang them, as children will sing in their high, sweet voices as a summer evening draws down to a summer night. They sang, and Stella felt herself going to them and with them, finally across the Reach.”
―
Stephen King,
Skeleton Crew