The first person to recognize Mara Ellison was a five-year-old boy who was supposed to have no memory of her.
By the time Tessa Ward realized something was wrong with the woman in the coffin, the funeral was almost over.
Rain had been falling over Brighton Harbor since sunset. Not the gentle kind that made the city look
The first thing I remember was the sound of crystal breaking. Not my scream. Not the sharp crack of my
Everyone had been invited to witness Eleanor Vane surrender her life’s work. The invitation described
By sunset, the old railway terminal looked nothing like the abandoned building it had once been.
The first warning came as a faint metallic knock beneath the floor. Almost nobody noticed it.
“DON’T LET ME HEAR IT AGAIN!” The cry rose above the wind and struck the lighthouse door a heartbeat
By the time the storm reached Port Alder, the ocean had vanished. It was still there, somewhere beyond
Adrian Voss had spent eleven years surrounded by sound he could no longer hear. Music followed him everywhere.