The shiver of warmth starts in my face this time, right where the light shines. I know it's impossible because Llyri's not dead yet. Though she no longer sings, I hear her grunt with each blow. Still, the warmth expands down my neck, filling my chest. Sweet, like honey; comfortable, like an old friend. My hands begin to shake, and I want to dance. This time, I don't resist when the song tumbles from my mouth. My voice is pebbly and scratched, but the power in it rocks the iron door.
"Errik!" she screams. "Take it!"
"Dangerous Voices" is a short story about Errik, who was first introduced as an old fellow locked away in a prison cell for many many years. Mostly, it tells of his internal struggles between preserving his own life (and the life of a fellow prisoner) and revealing his true self—a music mage who cannot and must not stop singing.
Their singing gives so much hope to the hopeless.
Their singing reminds the hopeless how things were like before and how to live, especially when they see the their "painted songs".
Rae Carson has a talent for being picturesque when it comes to her writing. One cannot easily resist getting sucked into Erikk's boxed up world, loving his light spot with him, and sensing the mystery surrounding this interesting character who, we will realize, have grown to believe that "voices are dangerous"—the very essence of his resistance and, actually, self-denial.
Like most of the books I read, I cannot help but put up a mirror in front of me and ask myself the very same question asked to Errik by Llyri, the latest occupant of the cell next to his. "If you could make something happen with your song, anything, what would you do?" The story may have meant this as a literal song, but I see it as a figurative one.
We all have songs in us that need to be sang, let out for the world to hear. We can't dampen it even if we try to, because it is who we are. To not be ourselves is true imprisonment, true death. I think this is what the story is trying to tell us. Sometimes, we're content with our light spot and miss the fact that beyond that small crack on the wall is the source of that light. So we stay where we are and wait for the light to come. Every single day of our lives. We hardly make the choice to follow the light so it won't leave us again, much less stand up from our curled positions and peak outside the crack. This is what comfort can do to us sometimes.
"Dangerous Voices" is a wonderful read. Not only is it entertaining, engaging, and (if you ask me) quite philosophical, but it's also easy to read and love. I guarantee it is worth another second or third reading from me.