Not for the first time in his life, Bran woke up to the fading sound of music--delicate and silvery, insistent, beckoning, filled and filling with profound, sorrowful longing.  The first time he remembered hearing it he was twelve, standing on top of a mountain with Will and the Drews, and had felt, inexplicably, as if something very important had ( Read more... )

Somehow--Bran may never be certain just how--he's ended up on the floor in a corridor on his back, with Jake on top of him, and God help him but it's brilliant. His hips jerk upward as they touch, and he wriggles, trying to get just the right friction, just the right weight. This is what his body's been demanding, what he needs....

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