My mother was a fish. That’s why I can swim so well, according to my father, who is a plain fisherman with a fisherman’s plain logic, but uncanny flair for the dramatic. And while it’s true I can cut through the water like a minnow, or a hand dipped over the edge of a speedboat, I personally think it’s because no one can grow up along the Mekong without learning two things: how to swim, and how to avoid the mermaids.

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First published in The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, 2014.

Finalist for the Nebula Award, World Fantasy Award, and Shirley Jackson Award.