Some voices are never meant to be heard. In a quiet Nile-side village, Nawal is seeking peace-trying to forget the bones, the blood, the silence of Omna El-Ghoula. But peace has a sound now. A call. Soft. Female. Always from the water. They say if you hear El Naddaha speak your name, you must never answer. Never turn your head. But what if she isn't calling a man this time? What if she's calling you? The water holds no memory of the drowned. And El Naddaha never calls twice.