The sea is dying. So is the god who made it. And the only people who can stop it have spent two centuries trying to destroy each other.
Seraveth Maerath has called the tide every morning of her adult life. When the sea stops answering, she tells no one. Some failures are too foundational to name.
Aldravyn Dornvael has read the storm from his high platform since he was eleven years old. When the sky goes distant and muted, he files it as a problem and continues governing. Some admissions cost too much to make.
When a letter arrives bearing the seal of a god both bloodlines consider dead, demanding they come to a ruined temple on the northern coast, neither of them burns it. They should have burned it.
Instead they arrive - both early, both alone, both pretending they are not exactly what they are to each other - and find a dying god with one decree left in him and a world with very little time. The ritual that can save the northern sea requires the heirs of two bloodlines that have been at war for two centuries to combine powers that have spent that time learning to oppose each other.
It requires more than that.
It requires something neither of them knows how to give.
The Tide That Bleeds is a dark romance about two people who have built their entire identities around opposing each other, forced onto the same cliff road with nothing left to hide behind and a god's deadline running out beneath their feet. It is about the argument that is also a recognition. The silence that carries more than speech. The moment you realize the wall you built to keep something out has been keeping something in.
