by Niko Silvester
Published by White Raven Press
Copyright 2011 Niko Silvester
This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
The day Andry Danickson sailed out after his dead brother Torin, after the seal woman they both loved, was the day Lir Skavinson sailed home on the tide.
Thirteen long years Lir had been gone, but the village of Cobbleshore was much the same. The faces were older, and many were missing, and there were new children—some of them wouldn’t be children much longer—who stared at Lir’s boat as she approached.
The village itself was hardly any different. A few new boards might patch the docks, but tar and whitewash made them blend with the old. One house had been torn down and another built in its place, several had been added to, and there were fewer empty spaces around the Pond. But Cobbleshore was still a ragged nest of stilts and walkways, of faded clapboard houses in once-bright colours and chimney stacks of beach cobbles and old brick. Merchant’s house still ruled the only flat piece of land, and the cobble beach still edged the inner reaches of the Pond. The Narrow—the passage between sea and Pond—was still as slender as ever, and the shrine to the sun still perched on the cliff above all, out of reach of day-to-day thoughts of fish and of boats and of whose husband had looked too long at whose teenaged daughter.