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- Herausgeber: Christopher T. Winters
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Serie: Songs Written in Moonlight
- Sprache: Englisch
There are houses that are not empty, only quiet—waiting for someone who remembers how to listen. Songs Written in Moonlight V: The House Where Silence Learned to Breathe is a gentle, atmospheric fantasy story about memory, grief, and the healing power of stillness. Set in a forgotten house at the edge of a moonlit clearing, this book follows a quiet journey through listening rooms, breathing walls, and lantern-lit memories that refuse to fade. Written in lyrical, soothing prose, the story unfolds like a slow walk through silence itself. Dust remembers warmth, mirrors hold unspoken sorrow, and lanterns dream of voices long gone. This is not a story of fear or urgency, but of patience—of allowing silence to soften, to breathe, and to dream again. Perfect for evening reading, moments of calm, or winding down before sleep, this book offers a comforting pause from the noise of the world. Readers who love dreamlike fantasy, poetic storytelling, and gentle magical realism will find a quiet refuge within these pages. Songs Written in Moonlight continues as a series of modern bedtime stories for adults—soft, reflective, and written for nights that ask nothing but attention.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2026
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Songs Written in Moonlight V
The House Where Silence Learned to Breathe
by Christopher T. Winters
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Author:Christopher T. WintersThorsten FrenzelFinkenkruger Straße 214612 FalkenseeGermany
E-mail: [email protected]
Responsible for content (German law §§ 5 TMG / 55 RStV):Thorsten FrenzelFinkenkruger Straße 214612 FalkenseeGermany
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© 2025 Christopher T. WintersAll rights reserved.
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All characters, places, and events in this book—unless explicitly identified as historical—are fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Foreword
There are houses that hold their stories in creaking floorboards and hollow walls, and there are houses that hold them in silence—quiet, patient, waiting for someone who remembers how to listen. Songs Written in Moonlight V – The House Where Silence Learned to Breathe was born from that idea: a place where memory rests like dust in a sunbeam, undisturbed until a single gentle step awakens it.
This book is a journey through quiet spaces, moonlit rooms, and the soft ache of forgotten dreams. It is a story about the kind of silence that is alive—one that hums with warmth, longing, and the faint echo of voices that once filled its halls.
As with all works in the Songs Written in Moonlight series, you are invited to read slowly, breathe deeply, and let the calm of these pages unfold around you. Allow the hush to settle. Allow the light to guide. Allow every whispered memory to find its way softly into your heart.
May these chapters offer you stillness where you need it, warmth where you seek it, and a gentle reminder that even silence can learn to dream again.
by Christopher T. Winters
Chapter I – The Door That Waited for Quiet Footsteps
The house stood at the edge of the clearing like a thought that had not yet been spoken. Its wooden beams leaned with the weight of years, and the old porch sighed whenever the wind brushed against it—as if it remembered every step that had ever crossed its threshold. Yet tonight, something felt different. The air did not simply move; it listened.
Moonlight drifted over the clearing in a slow, silvery tide, slipping across the mossy stones and crawling up the creaking rails of the porch. It touched the front door, a weathered surface of pale, peeling paint. But instead of simply illuminating it, the moonlight seemed to pause—as though waiting for the door to respond.
No footsteps approached. No voices echoed from the distant forest path. And still, the door lingered in a strange, breathless anticipation.
