The Sirens: The highly anticipated second novel from the bestselling author of WEYWARD

Six months ago, Jess moved to Comber Bay. She read about the shipwreck and was inspired to paint its victims. When Lucy arrived in search of Jess, her graphic paintings gave her nightmares. But that’s not what happened. Lucy’s first dream about the Naiad was two nights ago, at the motel – before she’d seen her sister’s painting. How is that possibl

The loom to weave a story around.

Abandoned by the sea.

The trees would bend like dancers at Lughnasa, the

‘And I was an outsider. Which is fucked up, when you think about it. They were the outsiders, not me. What’s two hundred fucking years to more than sixty thousand?’

How could she have dreamt in a foreign language? A language she has never read, never heard?

And perhaps she’d hear it again. The women’s voices, calling to her. That sweet sound of belonging.

Perhaps that’s why the dream seems closer, a room she’s only just stepped out of. Each time, she remembers more and more, as if that other world is lapping at her heels.

Her hunger for the world and all its workings was never sated.