Excerpt from The Gracekeepers by Kirsty Logan, plus links to reviews, author biography & more

"With North," prompted Red Gold. "With your wife."

"With . . . uh, yes, with—"

From a farmhouse, the slam of a door. All three heads snapped up.

Red Gold took their hands and gripped hard. "Now. We're going to walk back, calm and quick. Don't touch anything. Don't put even your littlest toe off the path. Got it? Go."

Along the path with their heads down and over the stile in single file and past the low houses and past the higher houses, trying not to panic, trying not to run, and there was the black¬shore, and North remembered how to breathe because there were the tin-sided towers, and there was the shush of their shoes on the gangplank, and there was her coracle chained in its row. She walked the chains and ducked under the canvas without a word. It wasn't until she slid under her bear's sleeping paw that she felt her heart slow.

Reprinted from The Gracekeepers Copyright © 2015 by Kirsty Logan. To be published by Crown, an imprint of the Crown Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Random House LLC, on May 19, 2015.