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The Luthier of Borrowed Breath: A Small - Town Romantic Fantasy of Echoes, Craft, and Home
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- ISBN8231762828
- EAN9798231762828
- Date de parution15/09/2025
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- ÉditeurWalzone Press
Résumé
In a weatherworn harbor town, a drowned bell lies under green water with a dangerous habit-it steals breath. Nell, a craftsperson who "tunes" rooms by hand, arrives to build a chorus chest from ash and spruce, while Adrian, the lighthouse keeper, believes in steadiness over spectacle. Together they learn a quiet kind of magical realism: bowls that hold bakery warmth, beech-leaf hush, and the lighthouse's cooling hymn; a wheel turned slower than honest until the air remembers itself.
When a flashy heritage gala tries to amplify the bell, the town reels-then writes a covenant: no amplification without consent; horizon only; stop the moment bodies say stop. What follows is a practice, not a pageant. Through "Seven Days of Return, " the community pays down what was taken-with kitchen shifts, repairs, clinic rides, and a listening hour beneath the copper beech. At the storm's height, Nell and Adrian refuse a showy rescue and instead return their most precious bowls to the sea, teaching the bell to breathe instead of take.
Their bond is a slow-burn romance-a shoulder offered and kept-set inside a living found family of volunteers: Ellery at the sink, Jonah on the pier, Maude with the paper covenant, and a chastened promoter learning to serve. The town chooses a different ending: a single shoreline viewing to rename the bell-We chose not to ring-and then, gently, it goes back under. The chorus chest is declared common property, a tool for listening rather than a stage.
Monthly gatherings fold in repairs, a shared meal, and a small, ticketless concert that sounds like people being themselves. This is cozy fantasy for readers who crave wonder without noise, a small-town romance that keeps faith with real work, and coastal fiction that treats place as a character. It's also quietly environmental fiction, asking what we owe to tides, to air, and to one another. If you like intimate stakes, ethical magic, and communities that choose care over spectacle, this book club fiction will give you a sentence to live by: We chose not to ring.
Point your camera at the horizon; put your hands on the chairs. Home, like breath, is a practice.
When a flashy heritage gala tries to amplify the bell, the town reels-then writes a covenant: no amplification without consent; horizon only; stop the moment bodies say stop. What follows is a practice, not a pageant. Through "Seven Days of Return, " the community pays down what was taken-with kitchen shifts, repairs, clinic rides, and a listening hour beneath the copper beech. At the storm's height, Nell and Adrian refuse a showy rescue and instead return their most precious bowls to the sea, teaching the bell to breathe instead of take.
Their bond is a slow-burn romance-a shoulder offered and kept-set inside a living found family of volunteers: Ellery at the sink, Jonah on the pier, Maude with the paper covenant, and a chastened promoter learning to serve. The town chooses a different ending: a single shoreline viewing to rename the bell-We chose not to ring-and then, gently, it goes back under. The chorus chest is declared common property, a tool for listening rather than a stage.
Monthly gatherings fold in repairs, a shared meal, and a small, ticketless concert that sounds like people being themselves. This is cozy fantasy for readers who crave wonder without noise, a small-town romance that keeps faith with real work, and coastal fiction that treats place as a character. It's also quietly environmental fiction, asking what we owe to tides, to air, and to one another. If you like intimate stakes, ethical magic, and communities that choose care over spectacle, this book club fiction will give you a sentence to live by: We chose not to ring.
Point your camera at the horizon; put your hands on the chairs. Home, like breath, is a practice.
In a weatherworn harbor town, a drowned bell lies under green water with a dangerous habit-it steals breath. Nell, a craftsperson who "tunes" rooms by hand, arrives to build a chorus chest from ash and spruce, while Adrian, the lighthouse keeper, believes in steadiness over spectacle. Together they learn a quiet kind of magical realism: bowls that hold bakery warmth, beech-leaf hush, and the lighthouse's cooling hymn; a wheel turned slower than honest until the air remembers itself.
When a flashy heritage gala tries to amplify the bell, the town reels-then writes a covenant: no amplification without consent; horizon only; stop the moment bodies say stop. What follows is a practice, not a pageant. Through "Seven Days of Return, " the community pays down what was taken-with kitchen shifts, repairs, clinic rides, and a listening hour beneath the copper beech. At the storm's height, Nell and Adrian refuse a showy rescue and instead return their most precious bowls to the sea, teaching the bell to breathe instead of take.
Their bond is a slow-burn romance-a shoulder offered and kept-set inside a living found family of volunteers: Ellery at the sink, Jonah on the pier, Maude with the paper covenant, and a chastened promoter learning to serve. The town chooses a different ending: a single shoreline viewing to rename the bell-We chose not to ring-and then, gently, it goes back under. The chorus chest is declared common property, a tool for listening rather than a stage.
Monthly gatherings fold in repairs, a shared meal, and a small, ticketless concert that sounds like people being themselves. This is cozy fantasy for readers who crave wonder without noise, a small-town romance that keeps faith with real work, and coastal fiction that treats place as a character. It's also quietly environmental fiction, asking what we owe to tides, to air, and to one another. If you like intimate stakes, ethical magic, and communities that choose care over spectacle, this book club fiction will give you a sentence to live by: We chose not to ring.
Point your camera at the horizon; put your hands on the chairs. Home, like breath, is a practice.
When a flashy heritage gala tries to amplify the bell, the town reels-then writes a covenant: no amplification without consent; horizon only; stop the moment bodies say stop. What follows is a practice, not a pageant. Through "Seven Days of Return, " the community pays down what was taken-with kitchen shifts, repairs, clinic rides, and a listening hour beneath the copper beech. At the storm's height, Nell and Adrian refuse a showy rescue and instead return their most precious bowls to the sea, teaching the bell to breathe instead of take.
Their bond is a slow-burn romance-a shoulder offered and kept-set inside a living found family of volunteers: Ellery at the sink, Jonah on the pier, Maude with the paper covenant, and a chastened promoter learning to serve. The town chooses a different ending: a single shoreline viewing to rename the bell-We chose not to ring-and then, gently, it goes back under. The chorus chest is declared common property, a tool for listening rather than a stage.
Monthly gatherings fold in repairs, a shared meal, and a small, ticketless concert that sounds like people being themselves. This is cozy fantasy for readers who crave wonder without noise, a small-town romance that keeps faith with real work, and coastal fiction that treats place as a character. It's also quietly environmental fiction, asking what we owe to tides, to air, and to one another. If you like intimate stakes, ethical magic, and communities that choose care over spectacle, this book club fiction will give you a sentence to live by: We chose not to ring.
Point your camera at the horizon; put your hands on the chairs. Home, like breath, is a practice.
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