SkinShe lived by the black cliffs, where the sea met land in a constant violent clash between the worlds. The sheer dark walls of stone towered over the dark green maelstrom of water far below, and the waves pounded at them daily in vain, clinging longingly to the thin strip of beach as they were forced back to sea.More Like This
The waves made a terrible noise as they crashed and hissed below them, as did the bitter wind that blasted the land of all but the sturdiest of grasses and flowers. But Alice would bury herself under her quilt as her mother fastened the shutters against the wind and damp, and she’d light the lamp so all the world seemed confined to the little patch of warm light inside Alice’s bedroom.
Her mother never needed to read from a book, because she had an endless supply of stories that she knew by heart. She loved most to tell tales of the sea. She told of mermaids falling in love with sailors and drowning them as they embraced; she told of a glorious city sunk to the bott