Lord of the Deep
Chapter One
The Isle of Mists, in the Eastern Archipelago,
Principalities of Arcus
Meg saw the seals from her window, their silvery coats rippling
as they thrashed out of the sea and collected along the
shore. She'd seen them sunning themselves on the rocks by day
and had watched them frolic in the dusky darkness from that
dingy salt-streaked window in her loft chamber many times
since her exile to the island, but not like tonight, with their slick
coats gleaming in the moonlight. Full and round, the summer
moon left a silvery trail in the dark water that pointed like an
arrow toward the creatures frolicking along the strand, lighting
them as bright as day. Meg's breath caught in her throat. Behind,
the high-curling combers crashing on the shore took on
the ghostly shape of prancing white horses-pure illusion that
disappeared the instant their churning hooves touched sand. In
the foaming surf left behind, the seals began to shed their skins,
revealing their perfect male and female nakedness. Meg gasped.
It was magical.
Her heartbeat began to quicken. She inched nearer to the
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