Only Trevelyn blood can cross into the Dreaming Sea. So Meredith goes alone, carrying a bell, a vial, and a list of anchors written in her grandmother’s hand, into water that erases who you are one memory at a time.
Somewhere in the deep waits Silas Drowne, a good man who spent thirty years carrying other people’s fear and never once set it down. Everyone expects Meredith to defeat him. She intends something harder.
To save seven worlds, she must reach a drowning man without drowning beside him.
For readers of Ruth Hogan’s The Keeper of Lost Things and Evie Woods’s The Story Collector, this is a quietly luminous fantasy of grief, empathy, and the weight we carry for the people we love.