She’d been underlake when the sound of his voice drew her up from the cold and the dark, up into the moonlight,
bobbing in the white-capped waves; listening, swallowing that golden sound of strings and voice, and he is so handsome
and all alone on the shore.
This modern take on Hans Christian Anderson’s The Little Mermaid reveals the aching beauty and peril of
falling in love. A finalist for the 1992 World Fantasy Award, this novella was originally published as
a limited edition chapbook by Axolotl Press (1991), and later appeared
in my first Newford collection, Dreams Underfoot (1993).