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265 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 22, 2015
“Few phrases that means so much to me”
“Music gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.” - Plato
Think on this: “When the truth is found to be lies, and all the joy within you dies” what do you think might happen?
“Just the music. Gets to me.” “I know,” Val said. “Sometimes it’s so beautiful it hurts.”
"It’s not funny. Look around –music’s considered a doorway to sin. Excitement’s a disease. A calm society is a productive society. A safe society. And a damned boring one.”
"Why? Why did they do it?” “They’re scared, Rowan. Scared of you.” “…it was only music.”
Music was a gateway drug, easy to start, but doomed to send its listeners on a journey of rebellion.
”Probably because I write music for different styles.”
“You mean clans.”
“No, styles. They’re only clans because of the world we live in, a political reason to create division and mistrust. To me, it’s just different kinds of music.”
Once it ended and silence filled the room, Merrin realized she’d lost track of time; the song had hijacked her, transported her, somehow freed her from her swirling thoughts. It touched her in places she kept walled off—feelings, emotions, memories, dreams. How easily music seduced her, how dangerous.
For the first time, Anders understood the appeal of this world as he lost himself in its torturous embrace, thrown to the floor only to get up, the cycle repeating, until all he saw was a crush of flesh beneath or above, the feeling of someone’s body ricocheting, then rebounding onto another, bodies upon bodies, the insane glow of faces, high on endorphins, the music an amphetamine giving strength and voice to his aggression, to unfairness, to helplessness, to a maelstrom of other lost souls finding themselves in the dark through contact, violent contact, reminding themselves. We are alive, feel me, I am alive, I am here.
She was a ghost walking in this world, a world in which she didn’t belong. She’d witnessed something, something only later she would give name to—a death. But she couldn’t pinpoint exactly whose—hers? Friendship? Or an ideal?
…
Cassie said, “Not everything’s black and white, Merrin.”
“Are we leaving?”
Cassie looked firm. “No…I’m sorry.”
“Me, too.”
Merrin had died in the carnage and Melody had emerged. A new war was on the horizon and she vowed she would set the fuse.
“What’s wrong?” Val tries to soothe her, wiping away her tears as she would a child.
“It’s nothing,” Merrin lied, the alcohol compounding matters, her thoughts lingering on betraying her father. “Just the music. Gets to me.”
“I know,” Val said. “Sometimes it’s so beautiful it hurts.”
"She could see how easily someone could succumb to the hex music weaved over them, the temptation to lose oneself within the hypnotic trance-like beats. No thoughts of the future, or the past, only the immediate present, as if life itself had condensed into a single moment."