There, amidst the spray, I discovered a pale female face. The siren had glowing eyes, as green as algae. Her hair was red as blood, flowing in gentle waves over her body, which was naked as far as I could tell. She was a beauty, and I found it easy to understand why men fell for her and her song. But upon closer inspection, one could see that she had sharp teeth in her mouth—teeth made for killing. She had gills like a fish on her neck. Surely, her body was cold as death. The sirens were soulless, thus they could no longer distinguish between good and evil. They had loved and had been so bitterly disappointed. Life had offered them only suffering, and now they were trapped in eternal vengeance. "Throw yourself into the waves and give your soul to the sea witch. She will grant you...