It starts with a low croon that rolls in with the tide, a sound so faint it might just be the wind blowing through the clapboard shutters, through the portholes of docked dishing boats, and into narrow cracks along sagging dorways. but after the first night, the harmony of voices becomes undeniable. An enchanting hymn sailing over the water's surface, cool and soft and alluring. The Swan sisters have awakened.
“There are legends of mermaids who fall in love with sailors, their devotion granting them a human form. I read about the Irish tales of selkies shedding their sealskins, marrying a human man, and staying on land forever.”
“The sisters have all found bodies.” The words seem pulled from my throat. The quiet settles between each of my ribs, it expands my lungs, it reminds me of what’s to come. “They’ve all returned.” I close my eyes, focusing on the silence. It’s the fastest it’s ever happened before. Now the drowning will begin.”
“I’ll stay on the island, reading fortunes from the smeared remains of tea leaves in white porcelain cups just like my mom used to before Dad vanished and never came back.”
“The sunlight catches his eyes, making the dark green seem like pieces of emerald glass, an entire world contained within them.”
“Love is an enchantress—devious and wild. It sneaks up behind you, soft and gentle and quiet, just before it slits your throat.”
“This town was built on revenge,” I say. “And it’s never made anything better or right.”
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