This one reminded me a lot of Jeannette Winterson, because it doesn't always seem to make sense and yet I love it. There's mixed metaphors all over. Is she a selkie? Is he a dragon? Or are those just the words she uses to make the story safe? If it's a fairy tale, then it's all right. But it has this beautiful poetic flow to it. Maybe it doesn't make sense in your head, but your heart feels the words. It feels less like a story and more like sculpture, one you want to look at from every angle, maybe try to run your fingers over it if there's no one around and if you aren't too afraid that the museum has alarms installed. It's captivating and enthralling, even if it doesn't quite make sense. So TL;DR: it doesn't make logical sense, and that's what makes it beautiful.