Adamz: Arden

“You should be. The melody you’re writing? It’s not a song. It’s a key. And when you finish it, you’ll open a door you can’t close. Everything you love—everyone—will be on the other side of it. Waiting.”

Arden didn’t know why. She only knew it was getting worse. arden adamz

Arden stood up slowly. She pulled a worn leather journal from her bag—the one filled with lyrics she’d never shown anyone, because they weren’t hers. They’d come through her, like water through a crack in a dam. On the last page, in ink that looked darker than it should, she’d written the chorus of “The Bone Chorus.” “You should be