About the book
Somewhere to stop on her endless journey back and forth among the atolls. Strangely, the boy had long since stopped crying as he pressed tightly against the warmth of her body, seeming to accept the reality of the storm as too much to fight against. Travel to the islet seemed mostly an outing to fish, collect crabs, and rest. When she finally awakened, it was nearly dusk and there was Libwiro.