“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.
The first drops of the storm struck the glass roof of the Aurelia Hotel just as Elias Crowe raised his
Beneath the great iron ribs of the building, two hundred guests moved through an artificial summer.
The first knock was so faint that Mina Vale thought it had come from the chapel roof. Rain had been striking
Every Thursday at eleven forty-five, Elese without telling anyone where she was going. Her driver believed
The Hawthorne estate glowed against the winter night like a palace carved from ice. Hundreds of candles
The applause began before my sister reached the stage. It rolled across the ballroom in polished waves
The Orpheum Theatre had been empty for ten years, yet someone was playing its piano. The notes drifted