Music for the books
There is music for these. I put each one together the way I write the book it belongs to, warmth first and dread underneath, nothing explained that does not need to be.
Play it soft. Let the lake keep you company while you read.
The Greenstone Light
What the Stones Remember
The low northern sound of the point on a gray morning: iron water, wind in the pines, the long gold light that comes in October. Warmth first, dread underneath, nothing explained that does not need to be. Homecoming, and everything left unsaid. A little Finnish folk running under it all, because the Korhonen women did not come from nowhere.
Hear when the next one is up
A playlist arrives with every book. Tick what you read and you will hear about those and nothing else.