The Queen’s Symphony: Chapter Three

Perhaps the greatest secret of composition, especially the spontaneous variety, was that there was hardly anything spontaneous about it. Every bit of flair and harmonic trickery ever displayed on keys or strings had already been worked out a hundred times in some cramped, dark room before it ever premiered onstage. Lydus considered it in much…

The Queen’s Symphony: Chapter Two

Lydus was so lost in his notes and preparations that he was hardly aware of the hour until Ada slammed the front door of their apartment. He turned to see her carrying a basket filled with some bread and fish. “I cannot believe that old shrew,” she said, and slammed the door. Lydus’ stomach growled…

The Queen’s Symphony: Chapter One

More than anything, Lydus wanted to ask God why the sun had to burn so brightly, on today of all days. The windows of the royal carriage that had fetched him from his apartment were thrown open to the morning bustle of Gente’s main cobblestone avenue, leading to Turas’ Bridge and then further north to…