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  1. THE WOMAN FROM THE WAVES
  2. Copyright
  3. CONTENTS
  4. Dedication
  5. PRONUNCIATION GUIDE
  6. GLOSSARY
  7. PROLOGUE
  8. THE SURFACE
  9. CHAPTER ONE
  10. CHAPTER TWO
  11. CHAPTER THREE
  12. CHAPTER FOUR
  13. CHAPTER FIVE
  14. CHAPTER SIX
  15. CHAPTER SEVEN
  16. CHAPTER EIGHT
  17. THE SHORE
  18. CHAPTER NINE
  19. CHAPTER TEN
  20. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  21. CHAPTER TWELVE
  22. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  23. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  24. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  25. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  26. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  27. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  28. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  35. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  36. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  37. THE STORM
  38. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  39. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  44. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  45. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  46. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  47. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  48. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  49. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  50. CHAPTER FORTY
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  54. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  55. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  56. EPILOGUE
  57. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  58. ALSO BY ROSLYN SINCLAIR
  59. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

He was wrong, anyway. Hæra didn’t give a damn about being the hope of her family. The depths knew her mother and brother wouldn’t appreciate it.

Hæra would be her own hope. With her father’s death, she had lost her only protector, and now she protected herself. And why not? Wasn’t she gifted? Couldn’t she swim as fast as any male, catch as many fish, maneuver as nimbly around the reefs of the North Sea? Hadn’t she been the one to deliver a fatal attack during an orca hunt, feeding the herd on blubber and muscle for days? The Sire had allowed her to eat one of the orca’s eyes: a great honor.

It wasn’t enough.

Asgall swam away with a disgusted snort. Hæra barely noticed him. Her ambitions were more interesting than his petulance. Nearly anything was.

How ironic that through his failure, Asgall had achieved what Hæra could only gain with unprecedented success. By herd law, only Stormhorses could sire offspring. Because Asgall hadn’t passed his test, he was forbidden to mate or reproduce.

Hæra wasn’t nearly so lucky. Once she reached her hundredth turn around the sun—nearly 150,000 tides—she’d reach the maximum age before she had to become a brood mare. Then her life would become an endless cycle of mating with the first Stormhorse to claim her in heat, being pregnant, and giving birth…unless she was killed in the mating frenzy, of course.

Out of respect for her father who should have been Sire, and Hæra’s skill as a hunter and warrior, Calder had granted her request to delay that horror well past the time she’d become fertile. She had eight turns left to go.

It seemed like a lot, but they’d swim by in a flash. Hæra had grown and was approaching her full strength. She needed to act soon.

She would be a Stormhorse, swift and powerful. She would be respected; even Asgall would show deference. She’d see the ocean, her home, from the distance of the clouds.

She just had to eat the right person first.

PART I

THE SURFACE

CHAPTER ONE

“It’s no Stonehenge.”

Sister Madeleine frowned at the girl who’d made the remark. The students of Sacred Heart should not cavalierly dismiss the wonders of the ancient world, even if some were less wonderful than others. They were lucky to be on this trip and not at home, staring at their phones all day.

At Madeleine’s frown, Emma ducked her shoulders. “I don’t mean to be rude, Sister. It’s just less impressive, you’ve got to admit.”