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418 pages, Hardcover
First published February 12, 2025
1758. Brittany, France. Lucinda Leon aka Luce, the youngest daughter of a wealthy ship owner in the port city of Saint-Malo, dreams of joining a ship’s crew and navigating the oceans, unlike her two older sisters whose obsessions are more typical: fancy clothing and a suitable marriage. The only one who knows about Luce’s desire is her best friend, a fugitive English smuggler named Samuel, who is secretly teaching her to sail.
One morning, Luce ends up rescuing the scion of the richest shipping family from the sea. This creates many changes in her immediate plans as she hopes to attend the ball his family has thrown in honour of his safe return. Around the same time as these events, the local fae are disappearing from Saint-Malo, the English threaten attack, and Luce’s past finally catches up with her.
The story comes to us in Luce’s third-person perspective.
"She wore it like a shell, that coat; a briny leather casing that hid the soft, female truth of her."
"Looking at him there, trapped beneath his desk, overseeing his ships instead of striding across their decks as they stormed into war-torn waters, Luce wondered if he dreamed of taking the helm again. Pushing out onto the night-dark waters of the Manche like a scarred old lion in search of prey. The memory of adventure was on him still."
"Every seaman had his tale. A green-haired woman combing her hair before a storm, or diving alongside a ship, or gazing at her reflection in a hand mirror. A fisherman who ensnared a seamaid in his net and, despite the maiden's pleas, refused to set her free."
"She wore a ragged chemise, its sleeves rolled up to her elbows, with a bodice made of what could only be fishes' scales—thousands of them, sewn cunningly together. Her rust-colored skirts were tattered, overlaid with swathes of ruined fishing net cinched roughly around her waist with a piece of old rope."
"Your tears fell into the sea. There is magic in such meetings."
"The tales always say that seamaids are lovely. That their beauty as well as their voices lead men to their delight. Or their doom."
"By their very nature, the sea-folk are different to the other Fae. They are of the in-between, creatures of both land and sea. They are light and dark, sun and moon, shallow water and deep. They love to swim, and yet they also love to walk upon the shore. Such duality would prove to be their undoing."
"There are still places of beauty and wonder left in the world. Places that men in their death-ships have not despoiled. A fair breeze and a path of stars is all that is required to find them."
"The world is large, the oceans endless. There is magic left in it, still."
"Now, all that she had been, all that she was, had upended, as though she glimpsed herself through a mirror, darkly."