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180 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published September 1, 1983
A man with eyes like an owl, a girl with selkie hands, a creature in a high place.
He came to a fork in the faintly-marked path, the way trodden no longer by men but written on the land by the memory of themand
The silver fish blackened and sputtered, and the smell of it made Westerly’s stomach clutch at him with emptiness.
“Oh selkie girl, selkie girl—wherever they are, they have not become nothing, they are not gone as if they had never been. . . . Your world is all change, all journeying, and nothing that happens and no one that lives is ever lost.”