AUTHOR'S NOTE: What did we say about reviewing? Ahem. (lol) Well, anyway, here's Book Five. And does who've had spoilers (including those who've read The Phantom Holiday Special) will know what that means…
Pertie: We'll see about their relationship here, Valencienne might get just a little more… (Erik: Great kisser, am I? Oh, nice…)
Morleigh: I won't forget about Christine and Meg, of course. Oh, and maybe I'll give you guys a virtual ventilator or something like that for the upcoming steaminess. (Erik: You'd react the same, you say? Hmm, care for a little kiss?)
aragornnme/Arien: Never mind. It says somewhere in the beginning Raoul used to take violin lessons, and Christine's father taught him. Look there, someone who likes Valencienne. I like her too, and not only because she looks a lot like Kate Beckinsale. ;-) You're abusing your Erik? I ought to take a peek once we've upgraded our internet connection… As I said, just poke someone on Panarophiles and tell them you want to be educated about "Sail me away", and you'll be quite amazed, that's al I'm allowed to say in here… (Erik: Of course I don't act like a gentleman. I'm no gentleman. Tsk right back at you.)
jtbwriter: Wait and see, that's all I'm saying. (Erik: Just wait 'til he tells you patience is a virtue. Even though he's an impatient little flea himself.)
Bea: Trust me, you don't want to know about my subconscious. (lol) Glad to hear another female POV worked out. (Erik: I won't be sexy for you unless you stop lecturing me about my relationships. They're none of your business, except when… Oh, let's see. Come sit on my lap. Right now. Then we'll discuss when it's your business, shall we?)

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Book Five: Breaking the Waves

I. Track down this Murderer
II. Stranger than you dreamt it
III. I'm here with you
IV. Raging Fire
V. Too long you have wandered in Winter
VI. An Eternity of this
VII. All I want is Freedom
VIII. A Dream and nothing more

You have brought me to the moment when words run dry
To that moment when speech disappears into silence, silence
I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why
In my mind I've already imagined our bodies entwining, defenceless and silent
Now I am here with you
No second thoughts, we've decided, decided
–Opera Ghost, Don Juan

Don't you remember the ramparts above your own home, one afternoon in the sun? Don't you remember the Road of Nerayamat? The balcony above the Gates of Heaven? The place of your duty as well as your treason?
–Niobe