The emergence of a powerful composer,
the fight that must be fought,
an encounter with a scary-fine woman,
right in the middle of battle.
Perfect timing.
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Cantonese swearing
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     Georg sat down with a thump. He
flipped settings on his controls
to assure his workstation would
continue to record everything.
     Then he attacked.
     The piece slammed into place from
beginning to end in one triumphant
take. It was loud, aggressive, unapologetically tonal, yet devoid of any central melody line. Always it threatened to spiral out of control. The composer, having risked the edge, proved it would not.
     After silent moments, he stirred and walked to the middle of the salon where Lin, now standing, offered her presence. They held each other’s eyes.
     “This was the moment of birth?” she asked.
     “Yes.”
     “I came early on purpose, looking for you off-balance. I was willing to be told to come back later. I hope you will pardon. I did not expect to see this.”
     “It was a close call. If you’d made a sound or movement to disturb me, you’d have been shown the door.”
     “I know.”
From readers:
"...fast ... and deliciously slow." ~ c.s.
"... characters on fire with life. They stay with me ... so beautiful." ~ s.w.
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Best sequence,
this book should
be read prior to
The White Sky
The Preludes
A novel
The emergence of a powerful composer,
the fight that must be fought,
an encounter with a scary-fine woman,
right in the middle of battle.
Perfect timing.

Free samples here.
Purchase at Amazon here.
Order direct here.
No CC or prepay required

Extras:    Cantonese swearing
The music page
(follow the book with music links)
tumblr | facebook | goodreads
e-mail correspondence
john@johncaedan.com
     Georg sat down with a thump. He
flipped settings on his controls
to assure his workstation would
continue to record everything.
     Then he attacked.
     The piece slammed into place from
beginning to end in one triumphant
take. It was loud, aggressive, unapologetically tonal, yet devoid of any central melody line. Always it threatened to spiral out of control. The composer, having risked the edge, proved it would not.
     After silent moments, he stirred and walked to the middle of the salon where Lin, now standing, offered her presence. They held each other’s eyes.
     “This was the moment of birth?” she asked.
     “Yes.”
     “I came early on purpose, looking for you off-balance. I was willing to be told to come back later. I hope you will pardon. I did not expect to see this.”
     “It was a close call. If you’d made a sound or movement to disturb me, you’d have been shown the door.”
     “I know.”
From readers: "... flows like a waterfall of silk." ~ d.d.
"...fast ... and deliciously slow." ~ c.s.
"... characters on fire with life. They stay with me ... so beautiful." ~ s.w.