| Author: | Joseph H.J. Liaigh | ISBN: | 9781370211227 |
| Publisher: | Joseph H.J. Liaigh | Publication: | March 1, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Joseph H.J. Liaigh |
| ISBN: | 9781370211227 |
| Publisher: | Joseph H.J. Liaigh |
| Publication: | March 1, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
A boy lost in grief and an old farm house where a mysterious girl plays out her sorrow on the piano in the moonlight. Grief calls to grief and sorrow to sorrow. A haunting tale of love and death and isolation.
Following the death of his parents in an automated traffic accident, John Riley is sent to live with his only surviving relative; an ageing great aunt who lives in an old and isolated farm house far from the city and all his social contacts. There he finds a mystery: a girl who plays the piano in a locked room by moonlight. He follows her to a secret room, an old book of poetry and the tale of a long past tragedy
"My aunt lived on an old farm, close to the sea. The farm house had been built in the nineteenth century in imitation of some minor Scottish castle. It was a rambling place of crumbling stone and cracked plaster, with ornamental towers and arched doorways. The kind of place that history buffs get all excited about – mainly because they don’t have to live there. I went from crowds of friends to – what? Sheep? Maybe. Seagulls? Perhaps, but certainly not people. All in all, I might as well have walked through the back of a wardrobe and into Narnia."
This story comes from a poem which in turn comes from a dream. I can still see Sarah, plain as moonlight, playing on her piano.
A boy lost in grief and an old farm house where a mysterious girl plays out her sorrow on the piano in the moonlight. Grief calls to grief and sorrow to sorrow. A haunting tale of love and death and isolation.
Following the death of his parents in an automated traffic accident, John Riley is sent to live with his only surviving relative; an ageing great aunt who lives in an old and isolated farm house far from the city and all his social contacts. There he finds a mystery: a girl who plays the piano in a locked room by moonlight. He follows her to a secret room, an old book of poetry and the tale of a long past tragedy
"My aunt lived on an old farm, close to the sea. The farm house had been built in the nineteenth century in imitation of some minor Scottish castle. It was a rambling place of crumbling stone and cracked plaster, with ornamental towers and arched doorways. The kind of place that history buffs get all excited about – mainly because they don’t have to live there. I went from crowds of friends to – what? Sheep? Maybe. Seagulls? Perhaps, but certainly not people. All in all, I might as well have walked through the back of a wardrobe and into Narnia."
This story comes from a poem which in turn comes from a dream. I can still see Sarah, plain as moonlight, playing on her piano.
