@augustmae.co.ukEvery day she watches the empty horizon. The boat that carried her heart and their last hope is gone. Sickness claims more lives. A storm rages. Some waits never end.
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@augustmae.co.ukFive novellas. One drowned, luminous world. A future worth the journey. The complete Tides of Tomorrow series.
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@augustmae.co.ukThe boat shrinks to a speck on the horizon. Behind her, the sick multiply and the bells keep tolling. She never said the words that mattered. Now all she can do is watch and wait for the sea to decide.
@augustmae.co.ukThey descended into the deep where pumps hold back the sea. Four from the surface seek medicine in drowned ruins. Trade skills or perish. The deep takes what it wants. Can hope rise before the storm?
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@augustmae.co.ukShe grips the railing, eyes locked on the empty horizon. Unspoken words sit heavy in her chest as their only hope sails toward a drowned city. Will the sea give him back before the sickness claims them all?
@augustmae.co.ukMoss knows exactly what medicine the Collective needs. They have never once left home to go and find it. Some weights you carry. Some you have to walk toward.
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@augustmae.co.ukShe never told him she loved him. Now he sails toward a drowned city while plague and storms tear her world apart. All she can do is watch the horizon and wait.
@augustmae.co.ukWhat happens when the engineer who masters tides meets a storm with no patterns? White-knuckled crew, vital cargo, and a route charted by lost love. One mistake and the wrecks claim them forever.
@augustmae.co.ukGenerators hum perfectly in a floating village born from rising seas. A simple cough turns deadly in hours. Healers know herbs, not the lost medicines of the drowned world. The rhythm is off. Something is breaking.
@augustmae.co.ukStation Eleven by way of Becky Chambers, set in a half-drowned Britain. If that sounds like your harbour, start with The Sickness.
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@augustmae.co.ukThis is not a sea she understands. Equations fail. Waves defy every rule. Wrecks lurk in the murk. Four souls on a battered boat race medicine through the storm's fury. Hold the course or lose it all.
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@augustmae.co.ukWhat if the only hope for your dying healer lay sealed in a drowned city fifty years underwater? Four outsiders must trade skills for survival in a realm where one crack means the sea claims all.
@augustmae.co.ukIn a bubble of air beneath the drowned city, survivors demand proof of worth. An engineer, a healer, a sailor and a scout seek lost medicines in the dark. The sea takes what it wants.
@augustmae.co.ukThe quest structure is as old as storytelling: go out, be changed, come home different. I used it because it externalises growth. The characters travel somewhere new and return as someone new.
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@augustmae.co.ukThey sailed through drowned ruins expecting death. Instead they found a city alive in the towers above the flood. Now everything rests on whether strangers will share their secrets.
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@augustmae.co.ukRain drives horizontal. The open sea defies every calculation she knows. Four souls cling to a boat carrying medicine through a graveyard of sunken fleets. Stubbornness. Promises. Will it be enough?
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@augustmae.co.ukThirty floors down, in the cold and the dark, the medicine waits. So does something Wren has spent years refusing to face. The Underloft.
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@augustmae.co.ukHope as a practised skill, not a mood. What is one small thing you do that counts as practising it?
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@augustmae.co.ukThe generator sang at dawn. Everything perfect. Then the wet cough. The rash. The fever no willow bark can break. In their floating village, the tide is turning toward something none of them can stop.