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Ilia has never feared the sea. But when her sister vanishes on a clear night under a river of stars known as the Quiet, Ilia is the only person in her village who believes Adana is still alive. To find the truth, Ilia will wade into the ancient lore of her people armed only with her childhood journal, her wits, and a trio of enchanted relics that have lost their magic. Adana is out there somewhere—but so are the mythical, fearsome beings who dwell in the deep. A second-world fairy tale about believing in magic after we’ve grown up and about healing the old wounds that haunt us with the help of love we find along the way. This book is written in British English and includes relative diction. |
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River of Mists (The Waters Aeon Book One) by Sylvie Greenhart A lonely mortal . . . All Bhiarai wanted was her florist shop and her tiny Thiadrei flat. But when her past comes calling and threatens her future, she finds herself caught in an unknown spider’s web, fleeing from the simple life she fought so hard for. The All-Tree’s ancient magic is her only hope for answers. But Bhiarai doesn’t make it far before tripping over a complication—an imperious, beautiful stranger who needs her help. A punished god . . . Giam is lost. His dominion is broken. His plans are shattered. With his very gifts and immortality dissolved by the Waters Aeon themselves, he must adjust to living as a mortal once more—and seeing mortals as equals. Bhiarai doesn’t care who he is or was, and she’s more than willing to walk away if he can’t control his rudeness. Giam only knows his waning power responds to her presence, and he must find out why. Step by step and mile by mile, a whisper of the waters draws them closer together. The waters have willed it, but even fated love requires more than magic to overcome the wounds of the past. Even gods deserve a second chance. *** An elven gods and mortals fantasy romance set in a queer-inclusive second world where magic is mundane and relationships between any and all genders are commonplace, the elven world of Diacilé is a place that, for many earthlings, would feel quite different. Both Bhiarai and Giam have had attractions to more than one gender of partner, and future books will include f/f, nb/f, m/m, and other pairings. The Waters Aeon are written in British English, so some spelling and punctuation conventions may differ from American norms. May the waters bless you, reader. |
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River of Dreams (The Waters Aeon Book Two) by Sylvie Greenhart A black sheep . . . Maithin is a stranger among the people she has known all her life. Seen as cursed by her kin and tolerated at best, her one respite has been an all-too-brief journey to help an injured man . . . until she literally falls into a tomb with a just-waking god and finds herself caught between his need for her knowledge and the fierce, wild woman hunting him. A hunter on the prowl . . . Tiathéna hates being wrong. She especially hates being wrong when it means the oldest of the gods, famed stick-in-the mud that he is, was right. But even waking to depleted magic and an unfamiliar world cannot get the god of the hunt down for long—not when she catches the scent of her prey and discovers the woman he’s taken from her people is far more enticing. Step by step and mile by mile, a whisper of the waters draws them closer together. The waters have willed it, but even fated love requires more than magic to overcome the wounds of the past. Even gods deserve a second chance. *** An elven gods and mortals fantasy romance set in a second world where magic is mundane and relationships between any and all genders are commonplace, Diacilé is a place that, for many earthlings, would feel quite different. Future books will include f/f, nb/f, m/m, f/m, and other pairings. The Waters Aeon are written in British English, so some spelling and punctuation conventions may differ from American norms. May the waters bless you, reader. |
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River of Veils (The Waters Aeon Book Three) by Sylvie Greenhart A snarky sailor . . . Scia lets no one know her except her beloved sister BĂ–she’s perfectly happy sailing the rivers of DiacilĂ© on a merchant ship to provide for BĂ’s studies until her unscrupulous captain asks her to take the place of his first mate and, by proxy, become complicit in his swindling. She knows her choice could make a splash, but she doesn’t expect it to be so literal. A god who has run out of tricks . . . Muánne is known for showing everyone in the world a different mask instead of his true face. With his grand plans thousands of years behind him in the blink of an eye and a shaky truce with Giam and TiathĂ©na, he figures he might as well go home. But in the harbours of SiĂşchdrei, he finds far more than he bargained for. An ancient tool falls into his lap. His magic comes raging back . . . and Muánne is plunged headfirst into a strange new world where the joke’s on him. Scia seems to see the masked god as he truly is, but can either of them trust their own eyes? With storms raging and hearts laid bare, a whisper of the waters draws them closer together. The waters have willed it, but even fated love requires more than magic to overcome the wounds of the past. *** An elven gods and mortals fantasy romance set in a queer-inclusive second world where magic is mundane and relationships between any and all genders are commonplace, the elven world of DiacilĂ© is a place that, for many earthlings, would feel quite different. Future books will include f/f, nb/f, m/m, and other pairings. The Waters Aeon are written in British English, so some spelling and punctuation conventions may differ from American norms. May the waters bless you, reader. |
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River of Thorns: An Elven Gods and Mortals Fantasy Romance (The Waters Aeon Book Four) by Sylvie Greenhart A blisteringly cranky apothecary . . . Siúdar didn’t ask to be stuck caring for a comatose god–especially one known for both bloodshed and greed. But since she fell out of the sky and almost literally into his lap, no one else will take responsibility for her, and Siúdar is as stalwart to duty as he is stubborn. He can’t decide which is stronger: his resentment or the instinct to protect her. A still-grieving mother-god remembered only for war . . . Cladánei is just trying to get home. She remembers waking in tomb, she remembers one of her magical artefacts spinning out of control with the force of a hurricane, and she remembers her flight over the sea. After that, she remembers nothing but a haunting melody and the torment of her long-dead son’s face . . . until she opens her eyes to find the world has painted her not as a god of life but as a god whose hands are red with blood. Unwilling to be shipped off to strange mages to be poked and prodded, Cladánei refuses to subject herself to the indignity of letting others decide her fate. Siúdar is as bullheaded as he is dedicated to his arts, and after saving Cladánei’s life more than once, he’s not about to let her run off into the wilderness to waste his hard work. The waters have willed it, but even fated love demands more than magic to overcome the wounds of the past. Even gods deserve a second chance. |
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