Cole cannot quite remember the music that was playing the night his father died, but he cannot forget it either. Nor can he forget the sober young man who took his father's soul and left him with a bouquet of crimson poppies. Years later, no one else has ever seen him. When he hears the music again on the night of his eighteenth birthday, Cole cannot resist the lure of the sad, sweet eyes that have been haunting his dreams and learns his destiny is nothing like he imagined.
In this short story, the myth of Hades mixes with the Pied Piper of Hamlin. Contains: one quiet farm boy who loves his mother, one lonely god of the dead, and an eternity of longing.
Cole cannot quite remember the music that was playing the night his father died, but he cannot forget it either. Nor can he forget the sober young man who took his father's soul and left him with a bouquet of crimson poppies. Years later, no one else has ever seen him. When he hears the music again on the night of his eighteenth birthday, Cole cannot resist the lure of the sad, sweet eyes that have been haunting his dreams and learns his destiny is nothing like he imagined.
In this short story, the myth of Hades mixes with the Pied Piper of Hamlin. Contains: one quiet farm boy who loves his mother, one lonely god of the dead, and an eternity of longing.