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    SOUNDTRACK: Seed by The Academy Is, Seeds by Yoke Lore & Seeds of Gold by Closure in Moscow

    Soundtrack to Resurrectionist: The Shooting Season by Isobel Starling

    Seed by The Academy Is for a book about old lovers, new betrayals, and different perspectives.

    Subjects are thrown around the room
    Looking for the ones that got away
    A feeling of soft anticipation
    Another confrontation I won’t make
    But how do we do it?
    We turned into something else entirely, we fake it
    But I wanted it so desperately to be real

    Run, run, holding on to some pieces that you left behind
    Hope now, as I walk away, you’re the one that finds me out
    Run from the only thing left that I hold close

    Soundtrack to Resurrectionist: The Gentleman’s Thief by Isobel Starling

    Seeds by Yoke Lore for a book about a lonely gentleman, a mysterious lover, secrets to unravel and a mission to conquer.

    I remember the first words that you ever said
    Burried soft like seeds deep in my chest
    I wanna know who you are
    I wanna know who you are

    Your hands like winter, eyes like wings
    And the first kiss cut like ice in the spring
    I wanna know who you are
    I sleep deep in the dark

    ….
    Stumble into love like a challenge above
    But I ache with the fear that my fate is to yell and to yearn

    Soundtrack to Resurrectionist: Infernal Vices by Isobel Starling

    Seeds of Gold by Closure in Moscow for a book about beautiful liars, willing victims, and the tricky problem of getting them out.

    A liar of the sharpest tongue
    We can’t be something we’re not
    I’ve met with the winged things baying
    And they feed off the winter lurking in your mind
    I can see it in your eyes
    I just want you to get out
    I just want you to get out

    But once you were
    Beautiful enough to bear seeds of gold
    I didn’t sow much
    You would hold me and I would stare
    A pillar of salt whisked away by the air
    Beautiful right from the start
    I loved your soul enough to leave in the cold