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" Serafina, Ava, Ling, and Becca swam inside. Neela followed them, but at the very last second, shield. “I can’t,” she said. “Once I go in, there’s no way out again. This is real. You’re real. All this time, a part of me was hoping you were only a dream.”
The witch cocked her head. “Only a dream?” she said mockingly. “Long ago, a great mage dreamed of stealing the gods’ powers. Abbadon was born of that dream. Atlantis died because of it. Now, because of a new dreamer, all the waters of the world may fall. There is nothing more real than a dream.” She nodded at the waters behind Neela. Silt was rising in the distance, a great deal of it. “The merman Traho knows this. He’s coming. If you do not believe me, perhaps he can convince you. "
― Jennifer Donnelly , Deep Blue (Waterfire Saga, #1)
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" The boy stuck his hand out politely and shook hers, then extended it to Fergus, his eyes bright as stars in the night sky. " That's cool," he said, looking down at Fergus's hand and turning it sideways so he could get a better look. " You have little webs between your fingers. Does that hep you swim?" Marcus cleared his throat, looking embarrassed. " Tito, dude, it's not polite to comment on people's, um, oddities." He shrugged an apology at Fergus, who just laughed." I do not mind," Fergus said, grinning at the dark-skinned boy. He leaned down and whispered. " Can you keep a secret? I am actually a Merman from an undersea kingdom; that is why I have webs between my fingers." He held up one bare foot and said in a more normal tone, " Toes, too, see?" Tito's face was a study in conflicting awe and disbelief. " I never heard of a Merman," he said, dubiously. " I thought there were only Mermaids. And they're made up." Fergus snorted. " If you do not have any Mermen, how would get more Mermaids, eh? "
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" I leaned down and looked at his handsome face. I wanted to kiss him in a way that would remain soft and true on his lips, all the while help him from escaping the overwhelming sense of sadnes that he felt. I pressed forward and kissed him, tasting the saltiness of fish against his lips, and the disappointment that he held so very deeply inside. I kissed him long and wide, yet limp and yielding, pulling myself away from reality to only drown in the fantasy of our love. I touched his mouth in such a loving way, that not even his incapability to reach into my soul, could tear us away from exchanging such romance. He immediately gave into the kiss, his sadness slowly giving way to the moment that we so intimately shared. It amazed me what a merman could do, even when flowing tears streamed down his face. Through the bridge of kissing, I had healed him, and he had healed me in return. "
― Keira D. Skye
