Fire Night: A Devil's Night Holiday Novella

We’ll find out what the key unlocks, Octavia. We’ll own the night.

No one is immune to emotion when those chords are pulled.

I paused. Thuribles were used to spread incense at Mass. The cathedral in the village had a huge one.

“The chords of the heart need to be touched to be played.”

A key hung from the lock on the window, a small scroll of paper tucked in the chain.

I had bad feelings when things were taken away from me.

I had bad feelings all the time. When music was too loud. When my mother’s dogs got hair on my bed. When Marina made a dish differently that I relied on her always making it the way I liked.

Do you have any bad feelings about tonight?

“I’m going to find it someday,”

“It’s what I wished for on the basil leaf,” she explained. “A ghost ship.”