to the secret one i give , visits from others who might have lived . every piece was so special , so beautifully unique i wanted to clutch it to my bosom and never release them . he had a deep voice , warm but - at least right now - hard . the boy could not even lift his head to look toward the door . hello , dear , said a female voice with a slight southern accent . i was certain i had n't seen the last of him . 