**Update**
March 18, 2023
Status: Read
Rating: 4.5/5
Finally finished this one and loved it! It was simultaneously dreamy and eerie. I don't understand how it's never been made into a movie; the details in the setting and characters etc. made it an enthralling read.
I made a playlist on Spotify, the same name as the title.
🌨️🪵🦢🌲⛸️🦌
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February 28, 2023
Current Read: The Lake of Dead Languages by Carol Goodman
50ish% done, truly enjoying this one
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The Play of Light in a Darker Times
The Play of Light in a Darker Times
My medium of choice, the camera, doesn’t pick and choose. It has no opinions, no favorite colors or times of day. With complete dispassion, it accepts and reflects the breadth of what is in front of the lens, excluding nothing. You may argue that this isn’t quite true – cameras do have limitations – but bear with me. The point is that in this season of abundant darkness when shorter days bookend…
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“Why are you whistling?” Eddie asks after he’s heard Steve do it for the fourth time.
“Huh?”
Eddie imitates him; it’s not like Steve is just casually following a tune in his head—it sounds deliberate. Encouraging whistles, one right after the other, in groups of three. Like a… like a call to something.
“Oh.” Steve chuckles slightly, gestures vaguely to the trees around them—to the evening fog that’s settling in, clinging to the branches. They’ll be nearing Lover’s Lake soon, surely. “Guess ‘cause of, uh… it’s just… a habit.” He smiles as if to himself. “In case of… dogs. So they come to me first.”
Eddie shakes his head. “Dogs. Right. Do I need a translator around you all?”
Steve’s smile grows. “Maybe. Not gonna spill all our secrets just like that, Munson. Gotta respect, um…” He clicks his fingers. “Narrative tension.”
Eddie snorts. “Fine. I’ll get the full story outta you yet, Harrington. Just you wait.”
“Mm-hmm. It’s a good one.”
“Why?”
Steve shrugs, but Eddie follows where his eyes linger: Lucas, Max. Dustin.
“Uh, I guess… it wasn’t really the beginning of… everything. But, um, it kinda was one. A beginning, I mean—for me, anyway.” He huffs, seems to hear himself. “Sorry. That was cryptic as hell and I wasn’t even… Hey, man, lemme know if you find a translator, think I need one for me, too.”
Eddie smiles. “Sure.”
But even as they’re walking towards uncertainty, even though Eddie knows there’s so many little stories he’s missing, all tangled up in the big one…
He finds that he can understand a lot about Steve without needing words.
There’s a tautness to his body as he walks, like even when seemingly relaxed, he’s always ready to run. Like there’s an unbreakable string pulling right from the centre of him, and Eddie already knows that it’ll lead straight to the kids.
Three whistles in the dark.
So they come to me first.
Eddie’s growing certain that this story in its entirety won’t exactly put his mind at ease. But for some reason, as they walk side-by-side, his heartbeat slows, like he’s finally calm enough to feel something other than fear.
Something close to fondness.
Maybe.
I don’t need a translator, Steve Harrington. Turns out I can read you pretty damn well.
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heart work update! the last part of chapter 4 is up!
❤️ https://www.heartworkseries.com/act-1-chapter-4.html ❤️
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