Seer of Sevenwaters (Sevenwaters Series #5)

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Prior to making her final pledge as a druid, the young seer Sibeal visits the island of Inis Eala, where the Sight leads her to Felix, a survivor of a Norse shipwreck who has no memory of his past. As the island's healers struggle to keep Felix alive, he and Sibeal form a natural bond. But Sibeal's vocation is her true calling, and she must choose between the two things that tug at her soul-her spirituality and a chance at love...

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Prior to making her final pledge as a druid, the young seer Sibeal visits the island of Inis Eala, where the Sight leads her to Felix, a survivor of a Norse shipwreck who has no memory of his past. As the island's healers struggle to keep Felix alive, he and Sibeal form a natural bond. But Sibeal's vocation is her true calling, and she must choose between the two things that tug at her soul-her spirituality and a chance at love...

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Publishers Weekly
Sibeal of Sevenwaters, the teen fifth daughter of the Lord of Sevenwaters, has always known she wants to be a druid. In this romantic follow-up to 2008's Heir of Sevenwaters, Sibeal's uncle Ciaran, her mentor, orders her to spend a summer on the sheltered island of Inis Eala, away from her training, to determine whether the contemplative life is truly for her. At first, Sibeal thinks that Ciaran is punishing her. Then a sudden storm brings a shipwreck and several mysteries that challenge Sibeal's resolve and vocation. Why does the Norseman Knut seem to be holding something back from the islanders, and if Svala is Knut's wife, why is she so terrified of him? And who is the handsome, amnesiac man Sibeal has found washed up on shore? Readers will thrill to this strong, heartfelt tale of the Sevenwaters family and their magical exploits. (Dec.)
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Sibeal, a druid in training, visits the warrior's island of Inis Eala preparatory to her final pledge. When her Sight leads her to the survivor of a shipwreck, a Norse scholar named Felix, the two form a bond despite Felix's amnesia. Soon Sibeal and Felix embark on a perilous journey that brings the young druid into conflict with her beliefs and her growing feelings for the man whose life she saved. This stand-alone novel set in the world of Marillier's "Sevenwaters" series (Daughter of the Forest; Son of the Shadows; Child of the Prophecy) combines adventure with quasihistorical detail in a Celtic-based story of love and sacrifice. VERDICT This well-written tale by a top-notch storyteller will appeal to the author's fans.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780451463852
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA) Incorporated
  • Publication date: 9/6/2011
  • Series: Sevenwaters Series , #5
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 448
  • Sales rank: 290,947
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.30 (d)

Meet the Author

Juliet Marillier was born in Dunedin, New Zealand, a town with strong Scottish roots. She graduated from the University of Otago with degrees in languages and music, and has had a varied career that includes teaching and performing music as well as working in government agencies. Juliet now lives in a hundred-year-old cottage near the river in Perth, Western Australia, where she writes full-time. She is a member of the druid order OBOD. Juliet shares her home with two dogs and a cat. Juliet's historical fantasy novels are published internationally and have won a number of awards.

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~Sibeal~

I had been just one day on Inis Eala when a ship was wrecked on the reef north of the island. I was on the cliffs, heading out with a basket over my arm to gather seaweed, when I heard the men shouting down near the settlement. As I looked out over the sea the vessel struck the rocks.

‘Manannán be merciful,’ I murmured, horror clenching my belly tight. The waves were monstrous around that reef. It was as if a malevolent hand stirred the water, reaching up to destroy any man so foolish as to come near. The day was windy—I had kept a cautious distance from the cliff’s edge, for it was a long way down—but here on the island there was no storm. A freakish turn of weather stirred the seas in one particular place out there. Did that ship bear someone who had angered the gods?

I stood frozen as the vessel smashed and twisted and broke up. Men were tossed into the water like dolls. Then, as the shouting from the settlement turned into an orderly series of commands, followed by a disciplined pattern of activity—men running to the anchorage, a flotilla of small boats being launched and heading out to the rescue, women suddenly busy between infirmary and kitchen—I was able to move again, and headed back down the hill. Inis Eala was full of capable folk, but at a time like this another pair of hands could always be put to good use.

I reached the infirmary to find it full of quiet activity: women putting sheets on pallets, sweeping the stone floor, clearing space. My eldest sister Muirrin stood at the work bench preparing poultices while a young helper checked the supply of bandages. A pot steamed on the fire; a fragrant smell of healing herbs filled the air.

‘What can I do?’ I asked.

‘Nothing here until they start bringing in the survivors,’ said Muirrin. Her black hair was scraped back under a neat head-cloth; a capacious homespun apron protected her gown. She was a picture of orderly calm.

‘Where’s Evan?’ I asked, not seeing the tall, dark-skinned figure of her husband among the helpers.

‘He went out in one of the boats. It helps to have a skilled healer there as soon as they pick the survivors up.’

It had looked a substantial ship, with many oars. Norse, I guessed. Such a vessel would require a big crew. Each of the island boats had capacity for only a few passengers. The work of bringing back the survivors might take some time.

I headed for the kitchen, where my sister Clodagh was helping Biddy, cook and matriarch of the island establishment, to prepare food. A great cauldron bubbled on an iron trivet. Biddy was kneading a large lump of dough, her hands pummelling and punching with a violence that suggested her attention, like mine, was on those poor souls out there in the water. Clodagh had been chopping vegetables, but she had laid down her knife and was staring out between open shutters. The breeze caught strands of her fiery hair, tossing them around her face. One hand rested on the swell of her belly. Her child, and Cathal’s, would be born within two turnings of the moon.

‘Can I help?’ I asked Biddy.

‘You could talk to your sister,’ Biddy said, glancing in Clodagh’s direction.

I walked over to the window. ‘Clodagh? Are you all right?’ I followed her gaze. There was a view from here down the track to the anchorage. Across the water, the small boats were making a steady progress toward the reef. The stricken ship looked almost submerged. I thought I could make out dots in the water, men swimming or floating, but the wash of the waves around those rocks made it hard to be sure.

My dreams had not shown me this. I had been weary from my long journey. Last night I had slept soundly. Now, I wished I had resisted sleep and made use of my scrying bowl. But then, if I had been granted a vision of the storm, the wreck, what could I have done to prevent it? A seer was not a god, only a hapless mortal with her eyes wider open than most. Too wide, sometimes. Even as I stood here beside my sister, there was a cacophony of voices in my mind, folk shouting, screaming, praying to the gods for salvation, crying out as lost children might. It happened sometimes, my seer’s gift spilling over into chaos as the thoughts and feelings of other folk rushed into my mind. It was one of the reasons my mentor, Ciarán, had sent me here to Inis Eala.

‘Cathal’s down there on the jetty,’ Clodagh said. ‘I know exactly what he’s thinking. A freak storm, a boat wrecked so close to our shore . . . He believes it’s his father stirring things up, trying to make him leave the island.’

I could see the black-clad figure of Cathal, his cloak whipped by the wind, his eyes trained on the flotilla moving out across the bay. He could not go with them; everyone understood that. There was a powerful ward over Inis Eala, something ancient and good that held the whole island in its protective embrace. Here Cathal was safe from the clutches of his father, a devious prince of the Otherworld.

‘What could he have done that Johnny and the others can’t?’ I asked, ignoring the clamour of voices in my mind.

‘He could have calmed the waters, Sibeal. Maybe. But he can’t even try. If he performed a feat like that beyond the confines of the island, his father would soon know about it. That man has spies everywhere. It’s hard for Cathal, standing there watching men drown, knowing he could save people if it weren’t for the need to protect me and the child.’

‘Don’t blame yourself,’ I said, putting an arm around my sister’s shoulders. ‘You and Cathal came here so you would be safe, and you are safe. Ask Cathal, and I’m sure he’ll say that matters more to him than anything else. Besides, the storm seems to be over—the water’s much calmer already. And look, they’re picking someone up.’

The sharp rocks jutted from the water like the toothed jaws of some ancient sea creature. Around them the waves had subsided and the ferocious gale had dwindled to a stiff breeze. Two men were leaning over the side of Johnny’s boat to haul someone in. The other vessels had spread out to cover the area all around the reef.

‘Thank the gods,’ Clodagh said quietly. She squared her shoulders and turned to walk briskly over to the cook fire. ‘Biddy, I’ll start another batch of bread.’

I wanted to help, but the voices were crowding my mind, and if I stayed here I was in danger of fainting on the floor and giving these already busy women still more work to do. I excused myself and headed out into the vegetable garden, which spread between kitchen and infirmary, protected from the prevailing winds by a dry-stone wall. I sat down with my back to the stones and bowed my head onto my knees. My body was tight with terror, the wrenching fear of men at the last extreme. I struggled to catch my breath. My vision blurred. My head was bursting. I whispered a prayer, fighting for control. ‘Danu hold us in your hand. Manannán be merciful.’

I breathed slowly, repeating the words over and over to steady myself. The air was full of the sweet scents of thyme and calamint. The stones at my back held the sun’s warmth, anchoring me in the here and now. High overhead, gulls called. Closer to hand, the island dog, Fang, appeared from a corner where she had been digging and approached me, rolling onto her back to demand attention. I reached out my hand to stroke her, glad that she was in one of her good moods, for the diminutive creature had not earned her fearsome name for nothing. I waited, my fingers keeping up a slow pattern against the dog’s warm belly, and the voices screamed on. Perhaps they would not hush until all were dead.

It was some time before the cries died down sufficiently to let me move. I stretched and rose to my feet. The little dog scampered off to investigate something under a comfrey bush. Beyond the garden wall the settlement seemed near deserted, but I could hear voices from the communal dining hall that adjoined the kitchen. Nobody near the infirmary, though the door stood open. No movement near the practice yard where the main work of Inis Eala—the training of fighting men—was carried out. Everyone must be busy indoors or out on the rescue boats. But surely the small craft should be back by now. In my mind one last voice called—Mother, help me!—and fell silent.

Inis Eala’s sheltered bay housed the long wooden jetty and an old cottage where a fisherman had once lived. I walked to the top of the steep path and looked down to see a good number of folk standing on the shore in silent clusters. Among them were Clodagh and Cathal, his arm around her shoulders, hers around his waist. I did not go down, but settled to wait on a flat rock beside the path.

Johnny’s boat had turned for home. The others passed and passed again around the rocks. A few timbers floated on the swell, but the ship was gone. ‘Danu hold you in her hand and bring you safe to shore,’ I murmured. ‘And if it is your time to go, Morrigan guide you through the gateway. May light shine on your path; may you walk on without fear.’

After a while Fang crept up beside me and settled, nose on paws, keeping her own vigil. Dogs were not allowed on Inis Eala. For this unlikely creature an exception had been made. The story went that she had been brought back from a mission by the intimidating Snake, a man whom one would expect to see accompanied by a fearsome wolfhound or barrel-chested fighting dog, not a tiny, temperamental ball of white fluff. I hoped I would hear the full tale of how it had happened before my visit here was over.

‘You’re a lucky girl, Fang,’ I murmured, scratching her behind the ears. A subterranean growl rumbled through her small form and I drew my fingers away. Fang’s moods were legendary, as changeable as spring weather. ‘You fell on your feet, from the sound of it.’

Snake was away, along with a party of fifteen men, undertaking a mission for a chieftain in the south. They had taken the largest of the Inis Eala boats, which made today’s rescue effort slower than it might have been. Johnny’s boat was halfway back now. Four men were rowing, my cousin among them, while Evan was in the stern, his arm around a man swathed in a big cloak. Only one. And now another of the island boats had turned for home. The crew had raised a rudimentary sail. I could not see whether this vessel carried survivors. The others maintained their pattern, searching.

I slowed my breathing, calming my wayward thoughts. I tried to set aside those anguished voices. I told myself that the rescue effort had got under way quickly, that the crew of such a ship would be fit, capable men, that many would be saved. More folk were heading down to the shore now, carrying stretchers, blankets. Johnny’s boat came in to the jetty. Johnny threw a rope to Cathal, who secured the craft. The man in the cloak was helped onto the jetty. He refused a stretcher and began to climb the path with Evan on one side and Cathal on the other. The survivor was a strong-looking person of middle height, squarely built, with hair that would be fair when dry. His skin was ashen, and despite the courage that saw him attempt the path on foot, he was plainly exhausted.

They were almost at the top of the pathway when the second boat came in. The fair-haired man turned his head to look, started violently and began shouting. He seemed intent on hurling himself headlong down the path, but the combined strength of Evan and Cathal held him back.

There was a survivor on this boat, too, and it was a woman. She appeared deeply shocked, her eyes huge, her face grey-blue with cold and exhaustion. When she was helped from the boat to the jetty her knees buckled and she collapsed onto the boards. A woman on a Norse ship. So perhaps this had not been a voyage to raid and plunder, but one of trading or searching for a place to settle. Had there been other women out there in the cold sea? Little children drowning? This woman looked as if she had gazed on hell.

Clodagh helped her up. The survivor was much taller than my sister; equal in height to most of the men down there. A blanket concealed much of her form. For a moment she looked straight up the hill toward my perch among the rocks, and a sudden sharp pain went through me, like a knife in the heart. Even as I gasped with the shock of it, the woman dropped her gaze and the pain was gone.

The fair-haired man would not go a step further until they brought the woman to the top of the path. When she reached him, he took her hands in his and kissed her on either cheek. She stood stiffly, staring through him. I thought she hardly knew where she was.

The two of them were escorted away, but I did not move. The piercing pain had unnerved me, and it was some time before my heart slowed to its usual pace. Even then, I stayed where I was. It seemed important to keep watch until the last of the little boats came home. Fang crouched by my feet, reassuring in her small warmth. I prayed. ‘Danu cradle you gently in her arms . . . Morrigan lead you through the gateway . . . Sleep, dear ones, sleep softly . . .’ I hoped I was wrong about the children. What had that woman seen, to turn her face to stone?

When the last boat was tying up at the jetty, Johnny came to find me. The search was over. The stretchers had been used to bear seven dead men up the path to level ground. Two more limp forms lay in this final vessel.

‘Sibeal,’ my cousin said, seating himself on the rocks beside me. ‘Still keeping vigil?’ At his voice, Fang rolled instantly onto her back. Johnny rubbed her belly absently. His tattooed features were grim.

‘Only eleven, counting the woman,’ I said. ‘It must have needed far more to man a ship that size. So many lost . . . Will the currents bring them back to this shore, Johnny? Or will they drift with the weed and the fish until there is nothing left of them?’

‘The waves may wash some in here. We’ll keep a watch in the likeliest places. Sibeal, we must conduct some kind of funeral rite. The two we rescued are too distressed to say much as yet, though I’m hoping the man—his name’s Knut—may be ready to talk to us later today. Some of us have enough Norse to conduct a conversation, and this fellow knows a word or two of Irish.’

‘What about the woman?’

‘Her name’s Svala. Knut’s wife, if I understood him right. She’s deeply shocked. I haven’t heard her say a word so far. It seems the gods were watching over the two of them. I’d imagine a vessel of that size needs a crew of forty or more. They were gone so quickly.’

‘Clodagh suspected Mac Dara’s hand in it.’

‘Perhaps.’ Johnny was noncommittal.

‘A Norse warrior is buried in a boat. Or a grave in the shape of a boat. I can conduct a ritual for them, something simple. Knut and Svala might add prayers of their own. When do you want to do it?’

Johnny was a leader of men. Though still young, he headed the community of Inis Eala and its school of warcraft. He was skilled at reading people. ‘Something’s troubling you, Sibeal,’ he said now. ‘Something beyond being witness to what’s unfolded here today.’

‘I’m all right.’ I would not confess to him that a very small part of me was still disturbed that Ciarán had insisted I come here to spend the summer with my sisters before I made my final pledge as a druid. That I could hold on to such a personal concern in the face of today’s tragedy was selfish. ‘I’ll be ready to help as soon as you’ve decided where and when to conduct the ritual. I did not expect to be performing a druid’s duties here so quickly. Are they all men, the drowned ones you brought in?’

Johnny nodded. ‘As one would expect on such a vessel. It seems quite odd that Svala was among them. If this was a voyage of settlement there should have been more women, surely.’

‘They may have been first to drown.’

‘We’ll find out in due course. I won’t tax the survivors with questions yet. Come.’ He rose and held out his hand. ‘You need food, warmth and company. I’m under orders to see you’re well looked after during your stay with us.’

I took his arm and we walked toward the dining hall. ‘Whose orders?’ I asked.

‘Ciarán’s. Didn’t you wonder what was in that message he gave you to bring me?’

I grimaced. ‘I’d assumed it was something complicated and strategic, not an order to make sure I ate properly and got plenty of sleep.’

My cousin smiled. ‘There was some of both in it, to tell the truth. I understand he’s coming here in person to collect you at the end of summer.’

A whole summer. Why had Ciarán thought it necessary to send me away for so long? I was ready to make my promise now; I had been ready for some time. True, sometimes the thoughts and feelings of others did crowd into my mind, as if I were a receptacle for anything too powerful for their own selves to encompass. But in the nemetons, as a druid, I could work on controlling that. I could learn to make it a gift, not a burden. Here on Inis Eala all I would be doing over the summer was wait. Wait until it was time to go back to Sevenwaters; wait until it was time to fulfil my vocation at last. I had known since I was six years old that the life of the spirit was my destiny. I had known since the first time the Lady of the Forest had appeared to me, a majestic, blue-cloaked figure manifesting before me unsought by a still pool under the oaks. She had recognised me as a seer; she had offered me her grave counsel. What did Ciarán think I would do here at Inis Eala? Fall in love with some strapping young warrior and allow my life to veer off its long-intended course? I would never let that happen.

‘Sibeal?’

I snapped out of my reverie. ‘Yes, Ciarán is planning to come here and escort me home. He wants to talk to Cathal.’

‘Mm-hm. I’m glad you’re here, at any rate. Not only because this far-flung part of the family likes to see you, but also because the island lacks a druid or wise woman. I’m sorry I have to ask you to conduct a ritual so soon after your arrival, but folk will be pleased to see it done with the authority a druid can provide. Those poor fellows died a hard death. We must lay them to rest as well as we can.’

‘I’m not quite a druid yet,’ I said. ‘But I’ll do my best.’

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 16, 2012

    Beautiful~.

    I thought this was absolutely lovely.
    Sibeal, the fifth daughter of Lord Sean of Sevenwaters (Sorcha's son, Liadan's twin, Fainne's uncle) , has been training her whole life to become a drud, ever since the Lady of the Forest appeared to her as a child. She has been sent to Inis Eala, which her cousin (Bran and Liadan's son), Johnny for a summer by her mentor and kinsman, Ciar¿n. She has only been on the island five days when a Norse ship wrecks, with only three survivors; Knut, who seems trustworthy and normal, but hiding a terrible secret, beautiful, tragic Svala who ill not speak, or can't, and a handsome stranger who cannot remember anything, not even his own name, who Sibeal rescues personally, who is hanging on by a thread.
    The plot of this book unfurls beautifully, the characters are realistic with their, well, overall…just plain outstsndingness and flaws—did I mention both Sibeal and Felix narrarate story?—and this book is written wonderfully, just like all of Juliet Mariller's other books. It could work as a stand-alone but I wouldn't reccomend it. Go and read the other books of the Sevenwaters Series. Do it.
    And I would of course want you to read this. I loved it, and you will too, so please read this wonderful book, and have fun!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 24, 2011

    A mixed bag

    I love Juliette's previous works, but was initially unmoved by this work. The story seemed too slowto unfold, and felt a bit cliche to me. Still, I did find myself reading with more anticipation as the climax neared.

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  • Posted July 18, 2011

    Ok

    A little slower than the other books but still worth the read.

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  • Posted July 12, 2011

    I Also Recommend:

    Absolutely BRILLIANT!

    A full, passionate story-- with characters, whose individual tales make them come alive. An whose plot bears a resemblance to "The Odyssey" by Homer.

    Recommendation: "The Lost Years of Merlin" by T.A. Barron

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  • Posted April 7, 2011

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    Nearly As Good As The First

    I've been a fan of Juliet Marillier ever since I picked up her book 'Daughter Of The Forest' back in the year 2000. I followed the Sevenwater Series up to this book and was finding it very hard to continue on seeing as I never found the characters as compelling as the first novel. Seer of Sevenwaters rekindled my love for this series. Sibeal is an amazing character filled with fortitude of the mind and body. Her dreams of becoming a druid are powerful, yet she is so determined in this vision that she is blinded to all other alternatives. She is stubborn, a bit pretentious, but wholeheartedly supportive of family and friends. The romance, which is bound to happen in a Juliet Marillier book, is a little too fast for my liking but it develops beautifully. The tale closely resembles that of the selkies, yet is its own entity. Well worth reading for its vision, crafting, and voice.

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  • Posted March 27, 2011

    Great!

    I have not been disapointed by aany of her books.

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  • Posted March 21, 2011

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    Another great addition to the Sevenwaters saga!

    Another great addition to the Sevenwaters saga! In this one we follow Sibeal on her path to become a druid ,Ciaran has sent her to the island of Inis Eala to spend the summer with her sisters before she makes her final pledge to become a full druid. But as with all daughters of Sevenwaters her path takes some twists and turns. Also in this book we had some continuation of Clodagh and Cathal's story but their story is far from over so I look forward to more from them.


    This was a really good story and I loved the look back in stories that were told in the hall it made me remember some of the details I had forgotten from the previous books since it has been awhile since I've read them. It also reminded me how many generations of the Sevenwaters family I have come to know and love. Sorcha's great grandchildren were born in this book and I guess I'd kind of forgotten just how far this story has come.

    The story did wrap up but there is definitely more story to tell and look forward to the next book in this wonderful series.

    4 ½ Stars

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  • Posted March 13, 2011

    Amazing

    Amazing as always. You are never let down by this author.

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  • Posted February 27, 2011

    Amazing Series

    From the first book to this one Juilet Mariller has combined fantasy, action, thriller and romance. Such an amazing book with much diversty. My favorite series by far. I defintely reccomend this book.

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  • Posted December 18, 2010

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    I loved it!

    I love this author! Shes done it again i just couldnt put this book down so much mystery and love! Plz read this awesome book!

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  • Posted October 26, 2010

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    This is an entertaining romantic fantasy

    The fifth daughter of the Lord of Sevenwaters, teenager Sibeal of Sevenwaters has always dreamed of becoming a druid. Thus she is excited when she completes her training as all she has left to do to fulfill her goal is to take the vow. However, Sibeal's Uncle Ciaran directs her to drop her study in order to contemplate if she really wants to become a druid; as there is no change of mind once you commit. He sends her to the island of Inis Eala where her married sisters live for a summer of reflection in isolation.

    Sibeal is angry with her mentor who she believes is punishing her although she cannot fathom why. A storm causes a shipwreck leaving several stranded voyagers. Sibeal is confused by the behavior of Knut the Norseman and his wife Svala who seems deathly afraid of her husband. The other survivor pulled safely from the water suffers from amnesia. To her shock Sibeal is attracted to this stranger with the memory loss, but also wonders what secrets have the married couple and perhaps the other survivor conceal from her and her family.

    The latest Sevenwaters' family fantasy (see Daughter of the Forest and Heir of Sevenwaters) is an engaging entry starring a delightful intelligent daughter who must make choices not easy to select from as her life passion has a new passion. The story line starts off slow with much of what has gone on before overly rehashed to the chagrin of fans and glee of newcomers, but once Sibeal steps to the plate, the game accelerates. This is an entertaining romantic fantasy as the audience will wonder whether the heroine will select Druidism or love while also pondering who the amnesiac is.

    Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 31, 2013

    Great series

    Love the sevenwaters series. Characters are so easy to fall in love with and hate. Very woman strong series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 6, 2012

    Unexpected but wonderful

    At first i was not too interested in this particular sister but then wow! I do hate how these charictors dont speak their minds right away but it all works out

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 5, 2012

    Another great book!

    This book is agreat story of Sibeal the seer of the Sevenwaters family. The story developed a bit slowly, but was worth it when it finally took off. I want to know when the next one is due out? There has to be some loose ends tied up, even wish there has been an epiloge for this one. Such a place ro end this tale- wanted the rest of ending! There is a storm brewing for the family, will be interesting to see if another book is being planned?! And what happens next! G

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  • Posted August 14, 2011

    GREAT addition to series...

    This book is among the finest of Marillier's Sevenwaters Series. I highly rank the plot, emotion, and talent exhibited in this novel to that shown in her first two Sevenwaters books: Daughter of the Forest and Son of the Shadows. I have already recommended this book to my friends and relatives who enjoy Marillier, so I do not hesitate to recommend it to you, dear reader. I hope you enjoy it as much as I!

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  • Posted January 11, 2011

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    A must read for 2011!

    Again, Juliet Marillier brings to life her characters in this new and wonderful edition to her Sevenwaters novels. This book was a joy to read and nothing short of what I would expect from a tale of devout love and courage. With just the right touch of fantasy and folklore, Seer of Sevenwaters, is a book that will remain in both your heart and mind long after reading the last page.

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  • Posted January 2, 2011

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    Fantastic Read

    Juliet Marillier never ceases to impress me with her amazing writing style and character development. The Sevenwaters series has remained one of my favorites for over ten years. This story was just as delightful as the rest. Immediately I was drawn to Sibeal and Ardal, intrigued by their connection to each other. The mysterious Svala also kept my attention. I was determined to discover the secrets hidden behind Ardal's amnesia, Svala's silence, and Knut's trickery. This book had me hanging on every word. Truly fantastic.

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