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162 pages, Paperback
First published October 1, 1999
We retired to the Music Room after supper. [...] The Music Room was small by Manor standards (not big enough to hold more than fifty elephants), and all white and gold with huge marble fireplaces that yawned into the room with toungues of flame.
The Music was not too bad, really.
Lady Alicia sat at a spinet in an alcove; Finian raised his little whistle. The room gradually reduced itself into a golden bubble, just big enough to hold a candle, Lady Alicia's shining hair, and Finian's fingers dancing over a scrap of tin. The silver thread of Finian's whistle wove itself into a rainbow of arpeggios as Lady Alicia spiraled to the final chord. She kissed Finian's cheek before she left the alcove. She did love him best of all, anyone could see that.