All Kahlen ever wanted was love and to be a bride, but she still has 20 years of service before she can rejoin humanity. While the romance comes on fast, it’s based on more than physical attraction. Then she meets sweet, slightly goofy Akinli, a blond, white college boy, and they fall hard for each other. With her multicultural-in-name-only siren sisters (Japanese, African, and Indian characters alongside a number of white ones), Kahlen interacts with humans carefully (with feigned muteness, as their voices are dangerous).
Eighty years later and in the thoroughly wired present, Kahlen grieves the lives she takes while loving the Ocean as a mother. Three sirens explain the deal: Kahlen will live for 100 years as a siren, serving the Ocean by singing humans to their deaths, and then go free if she refuses the deal, she dies.
When the ship that Kahlen and her wealthy, white family are passengers on is hit by siren song, luring everyone overboard to their deaths, Kahlen’s desperate prayers for life are answered-by the Ocean. All those years dancing in the kitchen thinking I was special, and then I run across a master.A chaste forbidden romance between a siren and a human in this re-edited rerelease from The Selection (2012) author Cass. “Unbelievable,” he said, almost as if he was complaining. We stepped on each other’s toes more than once, and after he accidentally knocked his head into my shoulder, he threw his hands up. People walked by, pointing and laughing, but it was one of those moments when I knew we weren’t being mocked we were being envied. After a minute, he got brave and swung me around, lining me up for those peppy kicks I loved so much. In unison, we rock stepped and triple stepped, falling into the rhythm in our head. I took it and positioned myself in front of him as he shook his head, grinning.
I pursed my lips and dusted off my shoulder, a thing I’d seen Elizabeth do when she was bragging.Īs if he was accepting a challenge, he shrugged off his backpack and stood, holding out a hand for me. “I swear, if you tell me you can jitterbug, I’m going to. I sat bolt upright, and Akinli rolled his eyes. “And, thanks to my mom being a competitive dancer as a teen, I know how to do the Lindy hop and the jitterbug.” Oh, yeah, it’s a skill.” He smiled, proud of his accomplishments.
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