Music to My Sorrow
Music to My Sorrow Mercedes Lackey & Rosemary Edghill Spirits White as Lightning Mad Maudlin Bedlam's Edge(ed. with Rosemary Edghill) Music to My Sorrow Prologue: Shut Out The Light The moon's my constant mistress And the lonely owl my marrow The flaming drake and the night crow make Me music to my sorrow -—Tom O' Bedlam's Song Another day, another stupid office.Devon Mesier was a veteran of offices, of waiting rooms. They all had the same happy-happy magazines, the advertisement flyers for this or that pill to cure depression, anxiety, ADHD, ADD, and every other clinical name that shrinks had thought up to slap onto kids who didn't come up to their families' standards of appropriate behavior. He almost wished his parents would try pills on him for a change. If he didn't like what the pills did to him, he could always throw them up; one of the bulimic chicks at the last concentration camp had taught him how to throw up at will, 'cause a good way to get a "camp counselor" off you was to projectile vomit on him. And if you started throwing up, they tended to get nervous and stick you in what passed for an infirmary and leave you alone. He was fifteen, and long before he'd gotten anywhere near "troubled teenhood" he'd seen more of shrinks' offices than a clinical psychologist four times his current age. He'd been through every kind of "give in and submit" camp, therapy, program, and counseling there was, and by now he knew they came in two kinds: the kind that put the broken kids back together, and the kind that tried to break kids that weren't broken.
[Show full text]