Whiskey Lullaby Alison Krauss Lyrics Novels & Stories

She simply finished, the way a sentence finishes, the way a song finishes, the way a purpose finishes when it has been fulfilled. The mathematical dust of her body drifted downward and settled on the crystallized floor like snow. Haley's humming wavered for half a second. The spark in her hands flickered. Then Haley closed her eyes, adjusted her melody, and incorporated the Engraver's mathematical dust into her song, weaving sixty-five million years of lonely purpose into a lullaby that smelled like possibility and tasted like tears. "Decompression at forty-one point three," Aaliyah's voice reported through the comms. "Rate is holding steady. The Lullaby is working."

So damn close. Ethan leaned in, just a fraction, his heart slamming against his ribs. He could feel her breath now, warm and sweet with the lingering scent of the whiskey she had poured for them. His hand slid up the couch, resting on the cushion just beside her hip. One more inch. That was all it would take. Sienna tilted her head slightly, her expression unreadable. Her eyes flickered down to his lips, and for a wild, breathless moment, he was certain she wanted this too.

The whiskey loosens something inside me, a raw honesty I rarely allow. I shouldn’t be thinking about her. I shouldn’t still feel this pull. But I do. And it’s killing me. At some point, the whiskey dulls the edges of my thoughts, blurring the memories until they bleed together. I’m not sure how much time passes—minutes, hours, I don’t know. The bottle is half-empty when I hear the soft click of the door opening. Lila. Her scent precedes her, floral and sweet but cloying in a way that makes Horace recoil. I don’t even lift my head as she enters, her footsteps soft as she crosses the room.

I growled,I saw her step back in anxiety. “I was told to go get an alcoholic drink because I am the only person that could walk out and in the pack house without being questioned”. He coughed,this time there was no blood. I looked at Ella sharply. “I'm sorry…..I just missed….”. “What's the name of the alcohol?”. Arla had a favorite alcohol with a hundred percent tolerance,I just hope it isn't it, else….. “Everclear”. Everclear??. Arla’s favorite. I lunged at Ella who fell to knees immediately,with teary eyes.

Somewhere over the rainbow Way up high And the dreams that you dream of Once in a lullaby, oh Somewhere over the rainbow Bluebirds fly And the dreams that you dream of Dreams really do come true-ooh-ooh Someday I'll wish upon a star Wake up where the clouds are far behind me Where trouble melts like lemon drops High above the chimney tops that's where You'll find me, oh Somewhere over the rainbow Bluebirds fly And the dream that you dare to Oh why, oh why can't I? I Someday I'll wish upon a star Wake up where the clouds are far behind me Where trouble melts like lemon drops High above the chimney top that's where you'll find me Oh, somewhere over the rainbow way up high And the dream that yo

I tilted my neck—shoulder to shoulder—a futile attempt to loosen my neck as futile as the divorce document sitting in the drawer in my closet. “I have brought your whiskey, sir." Alma’s voice came from the other side of the door. “Bring it in.” I loosened my tie and took off my shoes. Alma placed the whiskey on the table. I opened the aged whiskey. Its woody scent offered no comfort. “Get me a lighter.” I poured the transparent liquid; its splashing sound against the ice gave no condolence for what I had lost. Alma left the room, and in no time she was back. She placed it on the table next to the whiskey bottle. “Anything else, sir?" She clasped her hand behind her.

I would even have a glass of water for him to keep it down. I would wait until he'd fallen asleep before tiptoeing out to wash myself up. Sometimes, I would even stay right next to him, keeping vigil when the alcohol hit him hard. Now, the tender warmth he was used to was gone. Knocks on the door woke William up the next morning. The hangover was still gripping his head tightly, and everything around him was spinning like a demented carousel. He pulled himself up from the couch and wobbled to the entrance.

I can feel those hazel eyes burning a hole in my back as we head down the path to Tessa's beach house where the after party will be happening later tonight. We enter the house through the back deck and I head straight to the bar that is currently set up in the kitchen. I pour myself a shot of 100 proof whiskey from a bottle tucked beneath the counter quickly tossing it into my mouth. Embrace the burn. Tessa laughs manically beside me. "Okay, clearly, it was more than just sex to him." Tessa deadpans grabbing my arm and forcing me to look her in the eyes. "He was singing to you, Lilah, that song was for you."

She laid her back against the pillows and he rested his head on her chest. She began to sing softly in his ear: a short tune that reminded Logan of a bouncy country music, but she sang it slowly enough for his benefit. Suddenly Logan began to remember where he had heard that tune. His mother used to croon it to him every night when he was a little boy. The lyrics spoke of something about little wolf cubs coming home after an adventure in the forest. It began to soothe Logan's frayed nerves, and he let out a relaxed sigh and blinked his eyes slowly. He let Aella rub her smooth hands on his back, let her ease away the pain and hurt and betrayal that he felt.

“I’ll sing to you, the wolf song. Such a pretty lullaby which’ll help you go to sleep. Your mother said she used to sing it when she nursed, and it was always Colton’s favorite melody to fall asleep to…. shhhh now.” Sierra gently starts to sing, her voice wavering with emotion, but yet still lovely, so quiet, hushed in volume, so as not to disturb anyone else. The words of the Nordic song of old, that we sing at the Awakening ceremonies, according to my mom, because I’ve never been allowed to go just yet. They’re for the grown-up wolf’s who have something special beginning, and I hope one day that will be me too. The notes and melody fill the air, like a beautiful serenading ghostly echo, ca