Skin Deep
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The small town of St. Adalbert Sur Mer is hiding a dark secret.
Three times during the summer, the lifeless body of a Selkie was dumped into the river. Naked, and with a missing pelt.
Louison is sent by her clan to investigate these murders and catch the killer, but her mission derails when she meets two charming strangers whom everyone in town seems to be falling in love with - including herself. Torn between her rising attraction towards Gabrielle and Adrien and keeping the secret of her origins, Louison must dodge tourists, deadly poachers and wildlife protection agents in a wild quest to find her sibling's murderer - before he kills again.
Skin Deep is a queer polyamorous story where everyone is hiding something and nothing is as simple as it seems. It is both a murder mystery and a supernatural romance, with the beats of each genre playing off each other in a way that proves they were meant to be together.
Marie Blanchet
Marie Blanchet is a designer by day and a writer by night, which means that she doesn't really sleep a lot. Graduated from the Université du Québec en Outaouais in graphic design and comic arts in 2014, Marie has since gone on to write a webcomic and work full time in graphic design. The Blood Prince is her first novel, and she intends to write a great many more. She loves fantasy and sci-fi, long walks in the forest, and taking pictures of her rabbit. Marie Blanchet est une graphiste le jour et une écrivaine la nuit, ce qui veut dire qu'elle dors très peu. Diplomée de l'Université du Québec en Outaouais en design graphique et bande dessinée en 2014, Marie s'est ensuite installée à Rivière-du-Loup ou elle travaille en graphisme. The Blood Prince est son premier roman et elle planifie en écrire bien d'autres. Elle aime le fantasy et la science-fiction, les longues promenades dans la forêt, et prendre des photos de son lapin.
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Skin Deep - Marie Blanchet
Marie Blanchet
Skin Deep
Copyright © 2022 by Marie Blanchet
Cover design & illustrations © 2022 Marie Blanchet
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
Fanworks are welcome and are understood to fall under the fair use part of copyright law as long as they remain not for profit.
Legal deposit – Bibliothèque et Archives nationales du Québec, 2023
Legal deposit – Library and Archives Canada, 2023
First edition
ISBN: 978-1-7386611-4-5
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Publisher LogoContents
1. Shore
2. Tide
3. Flow
4. Confluence
5. Sea Foam
6. Trickle
7. Roll
8. Spindrifts
9. Watershed
10. Surf
11. Torrent
12. Storm
13. Swell
14. Tidal Wave
15. Surge
16. Ripple
17. Estuary
18. Epilogue
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1
Shore
Louison left the river for the fourth time of her life on a hot August day. She pulled herself from the waves to the sandy shore alone, with no one to witness the beginning of her journey. Her siblings had broken the ancient traditions by refusing to accompany her to land. They were terrified of what would wait for her there. She didn’t share their worry. Louison knew the world of men well, and she would manage on her own. But then, it wasn’t as if she had much choice.
Far away, beyond the rocks that bordered the little sandy beach, she could see the menacing bell tower of St. Adalbert Sur Mer piercing the sky. The small church’s metal roof gleamed like a lighthouse under the heavy sun, a pinprick of light presiding over a quiet village with a dark secret.
That secret was the reason that Louison was here. Three times over the summer, the naked, lifeless body of one of her siblings had been found in the river. Naked, and cradled in cement. It was a crime that no one could discover, aside from those who lived in the waves. For the St. Lawrence’s clans, this meant war. To steal a pelt was one thing; but to throw the skinned bodies of Selkies back in the water to be found by their families? That was just unimaginably cruel.
Three times already, Louison had been sent to land to investigate the disappearance of a sibling. She was her clan’s emissary, like her mother and grandmother before her. This time, however, the problem at hand was much worse than a missing Selkie, trapped by a human out of cruelty disguised as love. There was no one to save and no sibling to reunite with their family. Louison, for the first time in her life, had to solve a murder.
She was afraid, of course. But she couldn’t let fear take hold of her. The clan’s Matriarch herself had assigned her this mission, and Louison was determined to see it through. She would find out who was responsible for this and drag them into the waves. Sedna could decide their fate.
Taking advantage of the high tide, she slid forward onto the smooth pebbles of the beach. The day was warm, but there was no one in sight. Humans, following strange customs, usually disappeared from the shores towards the end of summer, when their offspring returned to the learning places that they called schools.
Once she’d left the water, the transformation took her. Her body stretched, her almost three hundred pounds of bone and flesh splitting into perfectly plump arms and legs. It was never pleasant, but she endured the shift stoically.
From as far back as their history could recall, the transformation had always been a group ritual. That day, under the uncaring glare of the sun, Louison had only herself. She used her sharp claws to tear at her chest, slashing awkwardly at the fur on her ribs until she could grab a handful and rip it off. The pale, damp skin of her new breasts rose towards the sky as she heaved under the morning light. With salt on her lips and the sun in her eyes, she struggled out of her pelt with as much grace as a salmon stuck in a fishing net. For Louison, every second spent in the open was a second too long. She knew that on this beach, she was a target. Someone could spot her at any moment. Had she had the choice, she would have preferred to land at Selkie’s Cove, a small shallow bay surrounded by rocks a few kilometres from St. Adalbert Sur Mer. She could have hidden in any of the caves dotting the cliffs there, and would have had all the time in the world to shift into human form.
Unfortunately, it was the very place where her sisters had last been seen alive. Selkie’s Cove was definitely somewhere where her investigation would take her, but not before she could put on some clothes and establish her cover in town.
Louison rolled onto her knees and looked around her warily. There was no one in sight. She got her feet under her, her legs trembling with the effort needed to stand after months spent in the river. Louison, unlike other Selkies, practised walking often. She knew what movements to make and how to shift her weight from one foot to the other, even when she was rusty.
It was her mother that had insisted on this training. She used to warn her about growing slow, about spending too long on the beach after leaving the water. It was dangerous. Keeping that danger in mind, Louison picked up her fur pelt and folded it carefully under her arm.
The wind coming from the river made her shiver despite the warmth of the sun on her naked skin. To the east, a line of pebbles separated the beach from the bike path. She started painstakingly walking towards it. Her steps gradually grew more sure on the wet sand and large rocks until she had a decent stride going. At the bend of the path, where the sand gave way to yellowing grass, stood a small wooden structure. It was nothing more than the municipal employee’s shed, and yet Louison knew that she would find what she was looking for inside of it. Old Gustave had worked all his life to keep the beach clean and welcoming. Although it had never been part of his official functions, he had also gotten into the habit of keeping clothes and other useful things inside his shed. Especially after his wedding to the beautiful and tragic Armande.
Louison had liked Armande. Her mother had investigated her disappearance from the clan, once. It was one of the only times when it had had a happy ending for everyone involved. Of course, Armande hadn’t lived long on land. That just wasn’t where their specie thrived. But she had been happy here, and that is what mattered. Gustave had never taken her pelt – nor touched it, as far as she knew.
Few humans respected the Great Taboo. For that, the clan gave him their tentative trust.
The shed wasn’t locked. Louison pushed the door with effort, the old hinges covered by layers of rust and salt. The place was full with tools, machines, and who knew what else, all carefully kept on high metal shelves. In a corner, behind an abandoned lawnmower, was a plastic bin on which someone had painted lost & found
. Louison had a moment of fondness for Gustave. There were piles of clothes inside, all of them carefully folded and apparently sorted by sizes. A couple of shoes and boots were also lined up under a work bench nearby. Behind the clothes bin was an old metal locker. Upon inspection, a padlock and its key had been left inside.
Louison placed her pelt on the highest shelf with reverence. She hastened to shut the door before she could change her mind. The sharp snap of the padlock locking was at once reassuring and terrifying. She gnashed her teeth and forced herself to walk away from the locker, back towards the bin. She had to find something to wear that would support the cover that she and her siblings had come up with.
August was the perfect month to move into St. Adalbert Sur Mer. Every fall, dozens of students that attended CEGEP in the neighbouring town came here to find cheap apartments. They filled the village with new faces. There wouldn’t be a better moment to slip in unnoticed. Louison, with her large honest eyes and round face, figured that she could pose as a student of marine biology, which would give her the perfect cover to carry out her investigation.
She pulled out a few plaid shirts and some pants from the bin, then chose a sturdy-looking pair of boots. All of the clothes were visibly second-hand, but that would only serve to help sell her poor student
image. She pushed aside everything that was too brightly coloured or had a different cut than she recognized. Fashion had doubtlessly changed a lot since the last time that she’d come on land, and she hoped that she wasn’t making a mistake with her choices.
She didn’t want to have to come back to the shed to pick something else. Too many Selkies on land made the mistake of visiting the place where they had stashed their pelts too often. It wasn’t subtle, and increased the chances that someone would follow them there. Better not to take that risk.
Lastly, Louison went to the work bench and started to check the drawers. She hoped that Gustave’s generosity would have extended to leaving her some money, just enough so that she could find a place to sleep while on land. With a serial killer on the loose, the last thing she wanted was to have to return to the river every night and risk being noticed.
Fortunately, the park ranger was a generous man. A few bills had been slipped under a flower pot, as well as the flyer for the local youth hostel. She bit her lip, trying to think of the best way to show her gratefulness to the old man. Louison picked a pair of scissors from the tools on a shelf nearby and cut a lock of her dark hair, which she tucked under the flower pot where the money had been. He would know what it meant; the clan now owned him a debt.
And the clan took its debts very seriously.
***
The youth hostel was an old building squeezed between a pharmacy and the post office on Main Street. The church was just a couple of houses further up the street, it’s bell tower looming menacingly over the village. Well, menacingly for Louison. Her clan had once been chased out of Scotland by men brandishing crosses. The Selkies had come to America on large sail boats to seek refuge along with hundreds of humans, years ago. It was there, in this new river with tasteless brown water, that her people had found their adoptive goddess. Sedna had been kind with the Selkies that had chosen to settle here, but was this new life worth the sacrifice of their old one? Of centuries of their culture? Of legends and stories, brave heroes and great tragedies followed by even greater blessings? The New World had given them safe, stable lives. But Louison knew that the time of Selkies was passed. She had grown up surrounded by great stories, but everything contained in these stories was unreachable to her now.
Louison chased these thoughts from her mind and entered the building that would house her for the next few weeks – or at least until the money generously lent by Gustave ran out. The hostel was built in length, with a dozen rooms upstairs and more in the basement. The ground floor was occupied by a cafeteria and a recreation area. The lobby was decorated in the same style that was in vogue the last time that Louison had come to land, but dirtier and more faded. A plastic plant and an old bulletin board framed the door. In a corner, a couple of chairs and sofas surrounded a TV, and she could see a reception desk at the far end of the room.
After having walked in the bright sun outside, this room seemed terribly dark to her, and she was disoriented for a few moments. That didn’t happen in the river, where the changes in the light were always soft and gradual. The human world was full of sudden and irritating things; from gusts of wind to small rocks in your shoes to the glare of the sun, and she was starting to get pissed off. Louison shook herself. The day had been long. She just needed sleep.
She walked closer to the desk where a young employee was currently engaged with two clients.
Their voices piqued her curiosity. One of them was a tall woman with long, gorgeous silver hair and a regal air. She had a typically British accent, with syllables like warm honey. Each of her words was precise, as if she had learned French at a prestigious university and was only now using it on common people. Her sentences had an undeniable musicality. Large white feathers dangled from her ears and danced around her cheeks as she talked. She tilted her head and laughed at a joke from her companion, and the earrings came down to caress the skin of her neck. Something in Louison’s stomach started to tingle, as if someone had poured a bucket of tiny little fishes inside her guts.
The second person was a handsome man in a leather jacket. He ran a hand through his fluffy brown hair and waved the other one in the air as he talked. He was almost as tall as Louison, with a square jaw and the voice of a French navy captain. It sounded as deep as the reef, with a clearer diction than the mumbled Québécois that Louison had gotten used to, these last few decades.
Words poured from both of their mouths like fine wine, reminding her of the voice of her mother and grandmother when they talked about the Old World. Even the young woman behind the desk seemed entranced by what they had to say. Louison stepped closer, as if carried by the tide, seized by their waves, and had to take a moment to pull herself together. It was hardly the time to fall under the charm of strangers. She had a mission to see through.
She walked to the bulletin board, letting her attention slide over the notices there until the strangers finally left. She told herself that maybe she could find a clue for her case in the Post-it notes and printed flyers, but despite all of her efforts, her focus was still on the strangers as they left the building. The man’s gaze swept the room and he flexed his large shoulders before departing, as if he was anxious about something. A ray of sun shone on the woman’s hair as she followed him out, turning silver into gold. Briefly, Louison felt as if she ought to