a vision flashed in her minds eye , a vision of lilys parents lying in a pool of blood where she stood . i knew wearing that key was a bad idea . `` okay , saint james , are you still planning on making an after-dinner drink out of whoever we find ? '' `` for them , there is the sound of the wind in the trees , of rushing streams , and of birds filling the air with song . i knew that much from a story on the radio . 