The voices haunt Amberly-or rather, they nag her, a constant, invisible stream of criticism keeping her company while she survives a boarding school where none but a few teachers like her. A good thing the milky-teal river at the edge of the school also keeps her company. It likes her, it keeps the other, critical voices at bay-and Amberly kind of thinks that maybe sometimes she glimpses the river's face. Hold tight as Amberly finds...