Raging angels, world-destroying floods, flowerbed graves, glass ships, grey-clad virgins, volcanoes, murder, self-loathing, redemption, damnation, and, of course, true(ish) love: the world of James Clements is a strange place to rest for the night. But, with melodies this sweet, you'll have no trouble finding peace of mind. Just make sure the doors are locked, and keep a sharp knife under your pillow.
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