It shrilled from the walls, the floor, the book itself, as if every surface had soaked up the ghastly deaths, refracted and magnified them before flinging them loose. She was a stone effigy lying on a tomb, and she would be here forever with the shadows and the spiders. But that song—why did you choose it? His intensity unnerved her; it was like a tidal wave rolling through her, impossible to see through or avoid. Makes one feel so light- headed and wonderfully creative.
She tried to say, I have nothing, but no sound emerged. Kristian leaned on the wooden rail and looked down at the broken reflection of the gorge, soft Are you all right? Charlotte asked. She rested her head against his arm, and said nothing.