And then it came, and her lids flew open at an awesome sound.
The swells, the arpeggios, the gifted fingers building to a dramatic crescendo. Chiming clocks from all over the mansion summoned her. The sounds were mixed. They called to her with everything from light tinkling chimes to deep bongs, urging her to awaken. And when their chimes ended, the music soared forth, reverberating around the cavernous mansion. Lunging up from the bed, she ran down the hall to the grand staircase, her bare feet kicking beneath her light, feathery gown, the silver rays of the moonlight shining through the windows, casting glittering designs on the floor, her pale, iridescent presence looking as much like a ghost as Sarafina.
As she stepped into the music room, she saw the dark and beautiful Sarafina who
