We all knew to never go into the grass. Even if your boat was on fire and the water was filled with biting fish, you never go into the grass. “I’ve an uncle who stuck his hand in there once,” one of the more even-tempered fishermen said, when he noticed Keema staring into the thicket. “Did it as a joke, he did. Said he could feel a water-fae’s tits. But when he pulled his hand back out, all the flesh was gone. There was just bone.”
