McKillip, of course, is a master of the first order, with a writing style that literally forces readers to slow down and feel like they are hearing a distant voice echoing across time from beyond a foggy ocean. But this, even by her standards, rings of something special...for within four pages we were utterly enchanted as if by a siren; unable to believe that it was four pages instead of forty and ten minutes as opposed an age of the world. Truly we wandered around for the rest of the evening, clutching our heads, pretending like we had aged a millennia, feeling almost as if world history could be divided into two epochs: before and after those first four pages. Truly McKillip has bound us with a spell beyond the usual even for her as, while a few of her other books invoke the ancient mystery and power of the sea in part...she has never dedicated a whole book to it. Yet if this is such a book...
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