There’s something about music, a truth to it, something that just can’t be faked. We’ve all seen it before, perhaps in a church service, when you catch a glimpse of the other congregants and you can’t help but ...

Many a night the lonely shop and the desperate silence of a blank score had troubled him. But he met this morning with his first composition in five years. It came to him after he had been struggling to compose ...

In walked a steely-eyed bully in an impeccable three-piece suit. The middle-aged man, with broad shoulders and a barrel chest, swaggered in with the cocksure attitude of a mob boss or a New York politician. Two ...

Sheridan had given his life to recovering ancient artifacts and manuscripts of sacred music. In the service of the Vatican, he had the privilege of sharing many of these discoveries with the world. ...

Retiring to a quilt-covered couch, he propped his feet on a steamer trunk that served as his only table. He poured another drink studying the familiar deep caramel of distilled courage. Then, bracing himself wi ...

Days later the covert expedition made its way into China undetected by the ever-vigilant Chinese military. Benefitting from Evan’s early planning and well-placed connections, their caravan of antiquated cargo t ...

When their expedition stretched along an unassuming path that threaded tightly between the mountain and the icy shores of an unmarked river, the tortuous terrain and thin air began to take its toll on even the ...

“This whirlpool is like the mighty river of life.” Kunchen said. ...

Drawing from a deep-seated resolve, his eyes focused straight ahead, Sheridan continued to climb the stairs. The great bird initiated a full-speed dive. Out of the corner of his eye Sheridan saw the enormous be ...

Sheridan arrived at the foot of the King’s Tower looking like a soldier returned from battle. Haltingly he had descended the last few stairs, gingerly easing down each step, his flagging strength sustained by t ...

A rush of heat washed over Sheridan. “It was just a dream . . .” “A dream that’s called you for years,” Kunchen interrupted.“And now, as the earth stands looking over the precipice, you have but one more chance ...

Without another word, the two made their way to the rear of the monastery and took their place in the back of a room where ornate tapestries graced the walls and floors. ...
About the Book

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Skeeter Davis - The End of the World

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Long Dark Night

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Adagio For Strings

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