Excerpt of Fish Out of Water
I lie awake on the dry bed and stare out of the window into the night. The winds have stopped beating on the house, and from the sound of things, both Brendan and the manservant have retired.
The ocean, however, never sleep. Instead, they call me; beckon me; taunt me.
Once, I was queen of the waters, and the currents directed me where I willed them to. Perhaps it still will again, and I’m letting fear over the curse dictated by a usurper control me.
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