" She closes her eyes and breathes in rhythm with the ebb and flow of the ocean. Her grandfather told her once, as they sat on the shore of Galway Bay, that on the ebb, the waves gathered up secrets and carried them away, and on the flow, the secrets spilled into new places until they were heard. She'd asked him if he'd heard any secrets, but he'd only put his finger on her lips and said, "Listen. "

― , The Night Child