Yarlist' | [2021]

Cora stared. “That’s impossible.”

Yarlist himself had been born on the ridge, in a house his grandfather built from the ribs of a wrecked whaler. He was a thin man, with the kind of face that seemed to be listening even when he spoke. His eyes were the color of the sea on a cloudy day—changeable, deep, and full of things that never reached the surface. yarlist'

“Singing what?”

“Watch,” Yarlist said.