Her eyes, skin, hair--everything that has always been Dara--comes together in a burning moment in which I want her so badly I would take her there on the blood-slicked grass, among the dead, with her brother watching. 
 Like, ew. 
 Let me clarify the quote above. It is spoken by a "prince" (more on the quotation marks later), referring to his adopted sister and her twin brother, who is, obviously, his adopted brother also. Double ew. 
 This was a pretty awful book. I can't even make fun of it or enjoy it for being entertainingly bad. It was just plain bad. There's like, a love square? love star? I don't even know how to explain it 
 The writing is lackluster, the characters lifeless, the setting confusing and poorly explained when it was explained at all, and at least two of the narrators (there are four) were pointless, and if there was a plot, well, you could have fooled me. 
 This story is about Khosa, a girl whose single mission in life is to ~~aaaah~~~ dance and be given to the sea in exchange for the sea not rising up and eating everyone. Oh, and she needs to have a baby. Doesn't matter whose baby, just a baby girl cause the cycle of feeding the female line to the sea needs to continue. She's so beautiful. Special. But she doesn't feel emotions. She doesn't even know how to smile 
 ;_; 
 Lol. 
 The next narrator is Vincent, a prince. Well, he's not really a prince, despite the fact that he is the son of the current prince, who in turn, is the son to the king. So he's a prince, but he can't be called a prince, because there's no name for the third in line to the throne? Huh? Someone tell poor prince Wills and Harry that they got the wrong title. He feels like is pointless. All he does is whore around and be pitied. 
 ;_; 
 Lol. 
 And then there's Witt, who's a Lithos, and I'll be damned if I know who the fuck he is or what he does despite the fact that he's a third narrator. 
 And then there's Dara and her twin brother Donil who's this weird kind of magical? race that's extinct now except for them, I guess? They got like spotted skin and can talk since they were babies and they were raised to be Vincent's adopted siblings for some reason. 
 And Dara loves Vincent, who is attracted to the inscrutable Khosa, who is fascinated by Donil. And then there's Witt, whose purpose is to...never mind. He has no purpose. 
 Khosa goes on land and gets to live in Vincent's castle and dine with him and hang out with the twins, and really, I can't explain what happens for the rest of the book because pretty much nothing happens. It might have been more interesting if this weird-ass world was explained just a little bit, but it's not. It's French to me. Or rather not, because I can actually understand some French. 
 Oh and there's this strange obsession with impregnation. 
 Go rewatch The Little Mermaid or something. Don't read this book.