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“The ocean has a voice, one that haunts me with its music every moment I’m awake. Even in my dreams it tugs on me, building the ache inside my bones until I can’t ignore who I am. My mother says the water is dangerous, that beyond the innocent whitecaps they’re waiting, but I never hear her over the call of the sea.”
― Mersong
― Mersong
“But now this is where the tale takes a turn. About a year hence, when the Weaver’s daughter gave birth to a son, and the spinner came for the child, she gave it to him without fear. For it was their child, born in love instead of terror. ☐☐”
― Spinner
― Spinner
“I know I play with danger every time I swim, but I need this. I’m Mer and the ocean is mine.”
― Mersong
― Mersong
“Magic isn’t something that can be explained: it simply is. It takes while it gives. So” – the spinner steps closer, his outstretched hand demanding – “I have given you magic, and now it must be paid.”
― Spinner
― Spinner
“I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending. How long I can contain the storm I am becoming; the emotions pushed aside that grow and strengthen, clamoring for their release. I can resist only so much.
One day I won’t be able to fake a smile or weave a lie. One day I am going to explode.”
― Spinner
One day I won’t be able to fake a smile or weave a lie. One day I am going to explode.”
― Spinner
“His movements are slow, wary, and I’m reminded of a wild animal. I tell myself to be calm, but my heart doesn’t listen – it skitters about in my chest like the silly thing it is.”
― Spinner
― Spinner
“You are quiet, Greta,” the king says, picking up one of my hands, “so quiet it’s easy to forget you exist.” He swallows; closes his eyes and presses my hand against his cheek. “But I will remember you, I give you my word.” His eyes open. “Will…will you let me try?”
He is vulnerable in this moment, so vulnerable it seems impossible. I search his features and find that he is not pretending. He doesn’t think of me as the weaver girl with magic; he sees me as something else now – something far more.”
― Spinner
He is vulnerable in this moment, so vulnerable it seems impossible. I search his features and find that he is not pretending. He doesn’t think of me as the weaver girl with magic; he sees me as something else now – something far more.”
― Spinner




