A young fisherman and a mysterious selkie must stop the deadly, magical storms before they destroy his human village and her faerie world.
Eighteen-year-old Callum discovers a young woman collapsed on his beach and befriends her despite his family’s warnings against sea folk. The girl, Murron, is a selkie, a mythical creature who can transform from a seal into a human. With no memory of her past, she falls in love with the vast skies and sweeping heather.
And then nature begins to unravel.
Gales batter the fishing village, threatening not only Callum and Murron’s budding romance, but all of Orkney. Callum and Murron discover the faerie ruler Teran, lord of winter and chaos, causes the storms. Murron’s memories hold the key to stopping Teran, but a tempest rips the young lovers apart. Callum and Murron must battle the treacherous seas and reset Teran’s magical imbalance before the storms destroy the human world and trap Murron under the sea forever.
Midsummer’s Eve always brings change. At least, that’s what everyone in Orkney said. The grannies liked to taste the wind and predict the coming change.
Callum Anderson figured the change would come whether he knew about it or not, so he focused on the present. Instead of sitting near a granny’s knee listening to her guesses, he wandered the shoreline, taking care not to get sand on his woolen trousers. He glanced up and down the beach as he walked toward the sea, looking for any clumps of kelp the water washed on shore.
The sun warmed his stubbly face, and he basked in the heat. Callum had shed his cap and cloak at midday, and he prayed that winter and storms would not come again. Sunlight never felt so good.
He spied movement behind a cluster of rocks nearby, so he strolled toward them, ruffling his dark brown curls and shoving his hands in his pockets. Midsummer’s change didn’t occur to him on that sluggish, warm afternoon.
Winds swept across the sea, turning water into small waves that crested toward shore. The islands of Graemsay and even Hoy were dark mounds far across the gray water. The sun had eaten the morning mists hours before, and a perfect Midsummer’s Eve anchored the summer of 1746.
A dark figure splashed in the waves by the rock cropping. Callum squinted, jogging over.
As he reached the grouping, a person climbed from the water on the far side of the rocks.