Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel Novels & Stories

"Gabriel, tell our guests what this union means for the future of our house." The ballroom fell into a silence so absolute you could hear the hum of the air conditioning. Every camera was pointed at Gabriel. He took the microphone with a slow, deliberate motion. He still hadn't looked at Emily, who was standing beside him with her head tilted, waiting for the words that would seal her social victory. "Thank you," Gabriel began. His voice was different—lower, vibrating with a resonance that felt like a low-frequency warning before a storm. "Thank you all for coming to celebrate another year of my life. A year that has been... illuminating."

“Yes. You’re very talented at business.” “Look, I know I won’t be as good as Jonathan or anything. But I want to give her a gift from my heart. From here.” Gabriel took Alfred’s hand and placed it on his chest. Alfred had to admit, it was kind of sweet. “And I’m getting better. Wanna hear?” Gabriel’s face was so earnest – how could Alfred refuse? Gabriel rushed over to the piano and plunked himself down. Then, with a big breath, he pounded on the keys. He smiled as he did, playing with pure abandon. When he finished, he looked to Alfred.