Which is something that didn’t happen with the audio. There wasn’t really much happening for the majority of this book, and if I’d been reading, I may have actually gotten bored. It moved very slowly, and the romance was barely there at all, but you could still feel their connection. The relationship between Sean and Puck was wonderful, too. Even though Corr was a monster at heart, he was still utterly loyal to Sean. The relationship between Sean and Corr (Sean’s uisce stallion) was beautiful, and at times, heart-breaking. Their personalities were so well written (and spoken) that they felt like real people!
stoic, and Puck was the complete opposite. There was a clear distinction between Puck and Sean in the way they talked and thought. But even if I had been reading, there would still have been a difference. Because I was listening to audio, and there was a man and a woman narrating, the POVs were drastically different. She had the guts to be the first female ever in an all male event, and held her head high in the face of the taunts she received for it. Her and I would totally be besties! She stood up for what she believed in, and stood up for herself. I freaking loved Puck!! She was fiery and brave, a bit petulant at times, but compassionate and outspoken. I’ve never read a story about kelpies before, and the idea of a deadly man-eating water horse fascinates me. The water horses, capaill uisce (sounds like cap-pull ish-kuh), are basically kelpies. The ocean will not shift me and the cold will not take me.This was such a magical storyline that I couldn’t help but love it because it’s unlike anything I’ve ever read before. The sand shifts and sucks out from under my feet in the tide. I smell seaweed and fish and the dusky scent of the nesting birds onshore. The raucous cries of the terns and the guillemots in the rocks of the shore, the piercing, hoarse questions of the gulls above me. I listen to the sound of water hitting water. I stretch my arms out to either side of me and close my eyes. The water is so cold that my feet go numb almost at once. It wasn’t the ocean that killed my father, in the end. The surrender to the possibilities beneath the surface. But that’s part of this, the not knowing. The water is still high and brown and murky with the memory of the storm, so if there’s something below it, I won’t know it. “As the sun shines low and red across the water, I wade into the ocean.
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