There, Sanna stumbles into a wall of white roses and a community desperate for a miracle - and into a baroness who would do anything to live forever. Sanna longs to find her mother so much that she apprentices herself to the witch, learns the magic of making and unmaking, and fashions herself a pair of legs to go ashore on the Thirty-Seven Dark Islands, the nearest anyone can remember to where they left her mother. The undersea witch who delivered her cast a spell that made her people, and her mother, forget her birth. Sanna is a mermaid - except her mother was landish, not seavish. This is just a children's tale would you wreck your ship for it? Would you drown for a mere mother's story? In the far northern reaches of civilization, a mermaid leaves the sea to look for her land-dwelling mother among people as desperate for magic and miracles as they are for life and love.
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