Trudy has never felt like she belonged - anywhere or with anyone - until she finds herself on the island of Glencarragh. But even with jobs she likes and friends who care for her, something is still missing. Until one rain-sodden afternoon when she stumbles across a selkie-boy on the pier and everything changes. Trudy learns of her connection to the exiled faery, Skelly, and, more than that, her role in saving both him and her new-found home of Glencarragh - but at what price?
Return to the wild shores of Glencarragh, land of selkies and fierce, otherworldly storms, where Skelly’s tale continues.
Trudy is used to going unnoticed. She’s a timid, apologetic, sort of person, prone to nervousness and fits of weeping. But after a life of drifting from place to place, she’s found an unlikely home on the island of Glencarragh and steadfast friends in Cliona and Frances.
The relative peace of her days is about to be shattered, however, as she’s drawn into the strange world of Skelly, the exiled faery and his quest to return to the sea. After a shocking discovery of who she really is, Trudy embarks on a courageous journey to reunite Skelly with his people and end the ancient rift between land and sea.
But what price will Trudy have to pay for Skelly’s freedom?
The blue-skinned faery and the horned god stood on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the sea.
“This is the closest I’ve been since the wee lass found my bit of glass and summoned me,” said Skelly, breathing deeply of the salty air. “How is it d’ye suppose that I’m not doubled over in agony?”
He glanced at Cernach whose gaze was far out over the horizon.
“Not that I’m of a mind to complain, ye understand,” he added.
Cernach smiled but didn’t turn to look at him.
“It’s because of the girl,” he said. “The one who’s bound to the land. She’s giving you some of that connection - the belongingness, if you like. Even Lira can’t dictate that. It belongs to something more powerful than any of us and it’s to that we must tether our hopes.”
Skelly spread out his arms, tilting back his head until the long, ropy, strands of his hair caught the wind and lifted around him.
“Will it always be?” he asked, quietly, afraid of the answer. “Will I be able to stay this time?”
Cernach bowed his antlered head.
Without a word, he was gone.
Skelly turned to see the bushy tail of a red fox disappearing behind the scrubby, stunted rowans that grew on the cliff’s edge.
This is the third book in the series, Tales of Glencarragh, and the final book of the Sea Glass Trilogy.