Emory believes her secret drowned with her classmates—until their bodies start washing ashore, threatening to unveil her twisted magic and its role in their deaths. With the help of reclusive student Baz, Emory must seek the truth behind the drownings before her powers—and the secret society they draw to her—consume her next.
NINTH HOUSE meets THE STARLESS SEA in this lush, dark world where secrets, stories, and those lost to the tide never remain lost for long.
She was drowning in a sea of stars.
Emory knew this was how she would die, smothered by this strange tide. Selfishly, she hoped the thing brushing against her was Romie; she didn’t want to die alone.
In the darkness between stars were memories she wished to forget: a cave like a womb, the students at its heart, the widening of Romie’s eyes as the sea rushed in, swift and inevitable.
We are born of the moon and tides and to them we return.
But Emory wasn’t ready to go.
The thought was a flimsy lifeline she reached for, hands seeking purchase in wet sand until they found a clammy, solid weight to grasp.
Emory, Emory, the sea whispered. It relinquished its hold as she hauled herself onto shore. The receding waves unveiled the shape of her anchor in the sand, and Emory jerked back, a scream lodged in her throat.
A body: limbs bent and broken and wrong. Others were strewn around it, blue lips and unseeing eyes, but all Emory could think as she searched their faces was how none of them were Romie.
And if this was death, it was a cruel punishment to keep them apart at the end of all things.
Your fault, the stars above seemed to say. Emory couldn’t find it in herself to refute them.