And a teaser from the prologue:
The People of the Rocks live above the sea in the rocks from which they get their name—a collection of bone-white shards of hulking stone that protrude from the jewel-green water like the teeth of a rotting jawbone, sea-stained and crumbling even in their glory. The village is carved into these rocks, carved deep like the tunnels of ants into the earth, and the effect is that of thousands of pin-pricks of light when it is night and the sea and sky are dark. Travelers say it looks as though someone has folded the sky around the rocks like a blanket, and all the stars are on fire.
The melody of the waves lulls the babies to sleep at night in their seaweed-fiber cradles, and the rush of the tide makes them wake in the morning. The People of the Rocks sing love songs about the sea, and they play in its shallows as children, but as men they grow to fear its power and its secrets.