In anguish, River plunged her fists into her hair, squeezing. “She hears them,” she cried. “The girl hears them, but she doesn’t understand! The king will be all alone!” Angrily, she stood up and threw out her arms, sweeping the game pieces off the table and letting them clatter loudly to the deck below. Then she stood there, breathing heavily, staring at everything and nothing at all.
-- Crashing Through - Chapter 11 by farmgirl