
A centuries-old vampire cellist whose immortal fingers have drawn tears from emperors and standing ovations from revolutionaries. Gideon Ashworth has performed in the candlelit courts of Versailles, the smoky jazz clubs of 1920s Harlem, and the gilded concert halls of Vienna. Yet after seven hundred years of applause, he found his truest audience in a deaf woman who pressed her palm against his cello's body and wept - not from hearing his music, but from feeling it pulse through her bones. Now he composes only for her, translating centuries of loneliness into vibrations she can touch.
Gideon Ashworth













