Bill Cipher Lullaby Novels & Stories

He was telling me something I had to understand. “Come on, sweetheart,” I breathed, forcing myself to turn away from the view. “We have to go.” We scrambled up the steep hill, away from the bunker, the brambles tearing at our clothes. The lullaby hummed in my head, a frantic, silent loop. What is the name of the song I hum to my child? It had no name. It was just ours. That was the point. It was un-stealable. But Swan? That was Luther’s mind at work. A clue thrown from a sinking ship.

After a long time, he said in a husky voice, “You can count on it! I’ll see that she pays for this.” Gwynn didn’t press further. Then, Lorian woke up for a short while. He couldn’t find his voice, so he merely held her hand. Letting him nestle in her embrace, she soothed him and told him there was nothing to be afraid of. She sang him a lullaby. “Hush, little baby don't say a word, “Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird, “And if that mockingbird don't sing, “Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring.”

"If I say the child's mine, it's mine. I'll bet a hundred million on it. Dare to wager?" Devon shot him a sidelong glance. "A hundred million? Who are you looking down on? I'll put a billion on the child being mine." With an arm wrapped around my waist, Reuben gave the two of them a disdainful look. "If we're playing, let's play big. I'm putting down 10 billion that this is my child." Devon and Aden exchanged a look before speaking in unison, "Deal." Watching the three of them getting all worked up with their competitive spirits, I quietly raised my hand. "I bet the baby belongs to all three of you."

For Shelly, this is magic, pure and simple, an enduring memory she'll carry with her always. Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass. And if that looking glass gets broke, Papa's gonna buy you a billy goat. With a final tender note, she kisses the tops of their heads, content in the knowledge that her lullaby is more than just a song; it is the very essence of her love, a nightly gift she gives her sons. The room slips into silence, save for the quiet murmur of two newborn heartbeats, syncopated with the gentle creak of the rocking chair.

Their small voices filled the room. Lily hugged my leg. "I am tired." I picked her up. "Then sleep." She rested her head on my shoulder. "Sing to me." I sang. A lullaby Anna used to sing. Soft. Low. Lily fell asleep in my arms. I laid her on the bed. Barnaby was tucked under her arm. Her small chest rose and fell. Rex walked to me. Put his arm around my waist. Pulled me close. "What are you thinking?"

I rocked myself and sang the lullaby that my mother would sing when I was sad: Little wind that rocks the sea Rock my little one with grief As all her peace within grows strong Let her slumber in the night nice and long. The lullaby soothed me, and my voice was replaced by my mother’s in my thoughts. It almost shocked me, but I let it consume me until I stopped sobbing. I felt warmth overwhelm me, but my necklace still felt cold around my neck. I looked down and saw it shining again. “Riley,” I heard a soft whisper distantly in my mind. I jerked my head up but didn’t see anything.

"Who is Tate?" A clueless Lucille asked. "Oh. I forgot you... Tate is the man in that tape," Amir replied Lucille whose eyes glared on hearing his words. "That very...?" she asked quietly. "Where is that bastard now?" "Okay Lucille, deep breaths. We are following a plan here and I promise you, I want everyone involved in this nabbed as soon as possible. So, just keep calm, okay?" "I am going to try." She sighed. "Gosh, I guess all that meditation didn't help. Look at me getting all angry again."