“I heard you. Sometimes, in silence, at night, I hear the voices of things beyond eyesight, like echoes of ancient songs. I heard your voice, lonely in my dreams – it woke me, so I came. You see, I know how it is when you speak a name into an empty room with no one on earth to answer to it.”

“I heard you. Sometimes, in silence, at night, I hear the voices of things beyond eyesight, like echoes of ancient songs. I heard your voice, lonely in my dreams – it woke me, so I came. You see, I know how it is when you speak a name into an empty room with no one on earth to answer to it.”

— Patricia A. McKillip