Strum Again? Book Three Of The Songkiller Saga - Plot & Excerpts
by Elizabeth Ann Scarborough @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } CHAPTER 14 Ute stretched out by the fire and leaned on his elbow, his fingers twiddling with a small bundle of smoking sage, his eyes fixed on the camp-fire flames as if he were remembering something that happened to him. Except, Mary Armstrong thought, his memories seemed to be those of other people, as if he had been a psychic fly on the wall, buzzing from thought to thought. Saturday evening rolled around at ConTingent with no fanfare, drum rolls, or very many musical instruments of the regular kind in evidence. With so many songs forgotten during the last seven years, people had tended to find themselves with instruments and no repertoires, which was discouraging. There'd be the old guitar or fiddle sulking at you from some corner, looking neglected, and even if you remembered how to play, you didn't know what to play. The instruments soon got packed away. People who made up their own songs or for some other reason were still able to play discovered that when they tried to fly or take buses or trains with musical instruments, their instruments were lost, destroyed, or badly damaged in transit.
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