“Anna thought about the men outside on the gallery. She was glad they were there; finding them smoking and talking quietly had been comforting, it was what men did in the evenings when the work was ...”

“Then as Anna listened another sound began to rise within the first. It began as a low keening, like the wind in a bottle tree, almost indiscernible amid the guns. Yet it was there, and it grew and ...”

“Through the door at the end of the hall, Bushrod could see daylight. Gray and sullen it was, but daylight all the same. Through the years Bushrod had seen the dawn come to many fields, after many h...”

“It's all about Perfection or the tolerance of Imperfection”

“I could be the drumbeat in your chest like madness before a storm swirling restlessly.”

“Music is the beat of a drum that keeps time with our emotions.”