Author: T. I. Candle

Cited by

• Jaclyn Moriarty (1)
  • IN: A Tangle of Gold (2016) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The Winds of Cello are a hoot. I mean that literally. Sometimes they sound exactly like a cross between a car horn and an owl. No, it's more like a car horn and a owl engaged in chat: Toot hoot. Hoot toot? Toot. Ho-o-t?! Then, just when you're not expecting it - just when you're sniggering and turning to your books - the Cello Winds switch. Something surges forward like a sailboat on a wave; springs at your heart with claws of gold. The Wind find its feet - or its wings, or its voice - and the music that it sounds! How to describe it? Exquisite does not even come close! Try this. I have a friend (Albert) who once suggested that the music of the Winds is "that elusive thing that lies beyond all beauty; the aesthetic heart and soul of grief and love." I'll be honest, I often find Albert quite insufferable, but here, somehow, he almost hits the mark. Of course, the Cello Winds do more than play their music. They also blow away disease. In our Kingdom, no pestilence takes hold. No doubt you'll arrive in Cello determined to hear the Wind. Your determination counts for nothing. Indeed, you could spend a lifetime in Cello and never hear it once. (On the other hand, I am acquainted with a woman [Sophia] who has only ever been to Cello once - and that, very briefly, in transit - yet for the entire fifteen minutes she was regaled by the Winds. So. You know. Go figure.)
    FROM: The Kingdom of Cello: An Illustrated Travel Guide, (2016), Book, NULL