Our Strange Duet Quotes

“Erik,” I whispered, picking up the nearest sheet and tracing a finger along its stanzas.
The notes had been hastily jotted in his signature burgundy ink. I recognized the melody immediately. His fervor urgency rippled through every line.
A duet, written for soprano and baritone.
How I’d smiled when he’d first told me. Tenors were always meant to win the heroine’s heart.
But not this time.
Not exactly.”
― Erin A. Craig, Our Strange Duet

“The largest item that remained was a mirror. It took up a whole wall, soaring into the darkened ceiling rafters. Its frame was made up of mythological figurines painted with gold leaf. I couldn’t imagine which opera it had come from. It looked much too heavy for quick scene changes, and the glass was far too fine to have been used onstage.”
― Erin A. Craig, Our Strange Duet

“I imagined myself onstage, dressed not in wispy bits of flaming, diabolical silk but in Marguerite’s floral gown, with a swag of dazzling jewels newly draped around my neck. Power coursed through my bloodstream, intoxicating and dazzling. It sizzled through my veins until it had nowhere to go but out. Out through my lips, out in my words, out into a soaring triumph of coloratura”
― Erin A. Craig, Our Strange Duet

“Resting on the steps just before the mirror was the last page of the duet. I knelt to retrieve it and discovered that hidden beneath was a colored illustration ripped from the pages of a book.
It was a rose.
A very red rose.
“The Rosa Joséphine,” I whispered, instantly recognizing its unique shade.”
― Erin A. Craig, Our Strange Duet

“I would confirm my suspicions were right and then go, secure in the knowledge that this nightmare—this beautiful, terrible horror— was well and truly over.
One step into his world at the edge of the underground lake, five whole basements beneath the bustling streets of the 9th arrondissement, was enough for me to know.
The Angel of Music, my tutor and tormentor, was not here.”
― Erin A. Craig, Our Strange Duet