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“She’s a merrow,” Eliza said. “From the tír fo thuinn, the land beneath the waves. Just like in Mam’s story.”
“Humans are born to storytelling,” Da used to say. “Does the goat tell stories? The blackbird, or the sheep? No. Sure it is God’s gift to us and us alone.”
As if getting the guy was all that mattered. Like it would be a happy ending.
With this awakening, there’d been something else, too. A new awareness of her power. Freed from her prior inhibitions—from the compulsion to be nice, to be a good girl—she’d become something she could never have imagined being. She’d become … dangerous.
Most people just want an easy life. It’s unsettling when someone starts pulling apart the stories we’ve stitched together, the things we tell ourselves for comfort.
There’s something about this place, something different. It keeps its women safe.”
She would know it anywhere, that sound. The first she ever heard.
