His lips brushed hers, cold, yet she knew he gave her all the warmth he had. “If I could love, I would love you,” he said softly. After a moment she smiled. “Why is that strange?”

“If you could love,” she said simply, feeling as if she had taken an enormous step away from herself, and into the complex world, “you would not choose me to love.”

Sometimes I’m scared to reread old favorites, in case they don’t live up to my memories and lose their place in my heart. But The Changeling Sea holds up and then some, I might even love it more now. Just a beautifully written story of wild magic, the restless sea, and heartbreak.