“Luce was buffeted by waking nightmares, by memories that pressed in on her mind and wouldn’t stop. A black boat, then Miriam shuddering with agony as her tail dried out, then her father smiling at her the last time he’d said goodbye and sailed off on the High and Mighty, not imagining that it would never return to shore. Miriam’s voice whispered on and on in her mind, telling Luce about a dark recurring dream: human soldiers invading their cave, raising guns. If that ever happened in reality, t...hough, couldn’t the mermaids simply overcome them by singing? Luce couldn’t remember why, but in Miriam’s nightmares the mermaids’ songs had been useless to defend them. It bothered Luce that she couldn’t reconstruct exactly what Miriam had said about that. But then, what Miriam had told her had been just a dream. It didn’t make any sense to wonder why their songs were rendered powerless: of course in a dream things wouldn’t work the same way they did in waking life. Still, Luce couldn’t stop remembering that boat, the sleek black diver, those distorted voices.She hadn’t mentioned the boat to Dana.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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