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Whistling the Water
Whistling the Water
Whistling the Water
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Whistling the Water

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Iema, goddess of the sea, gives the Naré people everything. Life. Food. Even the secret of whistling the water. But now the Awnu arrive on their skyboats. Bringing secrets that may render the old ways obsolete.

Mahru, a boy on the cusp of manhood. Struggling to master the art of forming solid shapes from seawater. Critical of these Awnu. Like his father.

But the Awnu punish dissent...

"Whistling the Water" — an adventure short story full of magic, set in the jungles and beaches of an alternate Earth's Brazil. From Stefon Mears, author of Twice Against the Dragon, Half a Wizard and With a Broken Sword.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateDec 1, 2017
ISBN9781540171443
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    Whistling the Water

    Whistling the Water

    Stefon Mears

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    Mahru crouched just inside the tide line, where the yellow sand of the beach firmed into crusty brown solidity under the umber skin of his feet. Right where the clear water kept only the tips of its white caps as it flowed in, carrying a cool spray that smelled of brine and a deeper hint of bass that told Mahru that his father’s haul would be plentiful today.

    Mahru’s stomach growled at the prospect of fresh roast bass with lemons and guarana, and hints of açaí.

    But that was distraction, same as when he looked up at the cries of the seagulls or around at the whistles of the other boys or the corrective admonishments of their teachers.

    Mahru, like the two dozen other boys on the verge of manhood who lined that beach that warm summer morning, wore the white linen shorts and shirt of their transitional status, and crouched at the waterline to practice whistling the water.

    Mahru shoved his wild brown locks out of his eyes again and rubbed his skinny hands, then cupped them and scooped up a handful of water as the next wave came in and rolled

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