The Gracekeepers

by Kirsty Logan

  North and Callanish slid off the dock and into the water, tilting back their heads to let the sun warm their faces. Around them the sea stretched to the horizon, silver bright, busy with worlds. Between them Ursa swam, stretching out her webbed fingers, floating between earth and sky.

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Thank You: Cathryn Summerhayes and everyone at WME; Liz Foley, Bethan Jones, Alexis Washam, Jennifer Lambert and everyone at Harvill Secker, Hogarth and HarperCollins Canada; Claire Marchant-Collier, Helen Croney and everyone at Scottish Book Trust; Nick Barley and everyone at Edinburgh International Book Festival; Peggy Hughes; Helen Sedgwick; Katy McAulay; the board and staff at Brownsbank Cottage, Hawthornden Castle and Cove Park; all the Logans, Bennetts, Jinkses, Adairs and Sopers; and all my long-suffering and inspirational friends.