PrologueOnce in every eight springs, a girl will be put forth by one of the coastal regions. A peace offering, a condition of the truce between the Giant Warriors of Black Isle and the men of the mainland.
1. No one shall remain with the offering when the time comes.
2. No one shall attempt to lay eyes on or follow the giants.
3. No girl shall ever come home, or her village shall feel the giants’ wrath.
By this ritual we are bound, so long as our truce may last.
Ferris was free, at least for the moment. After a long nine months at sea,
the solid ground underneath his feet gave him a spring in his step he
hadn't had in a while.
How he had looked forward to this moment. He'd held onto the fantasy of his
return through every storm. Or whenever the work threatened to overwhelm
him.
