Ballynar, Ireland - March 1930 "He spoke of her again at the last," Seamus told his wife later that night as they warmed themselves by the fire. "The child that is to come to Ballynar?" Seamus nodded. "A girl with hair like flame and eyes like the Irish Sea. Connor believes," Seamus paused a moment, his voice gruff and his eyes moist as he corrected himself, "Connor believed she will be born within the next moon, as his sister-law is due in the next few weeks." "We shall see," Lori simply said as she stared into the flames. Their people were waiting for someone as well and had been for centuries. 'One wielding a great power, who will act as a bridge between two worlds and bring healing.' Some waited for a mighty warrior, others for a wise old crone. Lori's dreams showed her something different, a young woman lit with Bride's flame. "He made me promise to protect the child," Seamus said, interrupting her thoughts, "he saw darkness shadowing her and made me swear by the sea, the sky and the land; and I did, I promised him all that..." "You promised him more than that Seamus and you know it. A Selkie promise is a powerful thing and you have bound not only yourself but all of our kin with you. You have made this yet-to-be-born human a charge of the sea..." New York 1994 The first female vicars of the Anglican Church have just been ordained. Skye Ryan is one of them. The feisty redhead is following in her great, great uncle Connor Ryan's footsteps, but when Skye accepts a call to the tiny Irish Parish of Ballynar, where Conor himself served for thirty years, the magical and the mundane entwine in ways the 22-year-old vicar never anticipated...