The River's Gift. It's promptly put her on the (very small) list of "authors I will never, ever give a second chance" and I haven't yet heard or read anything about her works to make me rethink that. (Then again, there are no words for my hatred of that book. Kelpies are nasty creatures. They eat you when you get too near and give them half a chance. They do not go "Oh, you pulled a nail out of my hoof! You are my Twu Lub and we shall live together forEVVA and I shall never again eat anyone or anything without your prior approval, Mary Sue! I wub you so much!" *gaghissspitbristle* I want to know what folktale convinced her that was a brilliant idea. I really, really do.)