He held the door until it broke him. She's coming to prove it was never a door at all.

The betrayal at the tower saved her life — Maren knows that now, and it changes nothing. Her throat is pinned shut by twelve rings of salt-iron, her rebellion is a remnant on a drowned coast, and the man who did it is still up there, spending what's left of himself on a note that holds nothing. Because that's the proof Maren carries east: since the god came up, the keeping-note keeps no door. The Court's last dry stone floats on a lie — and on Kael.

Getting him off that tower is the easy part. What follows is war: the Gates of Morrow, the fall of a six-hundred-year throne, and the truth of the bond that ties them — the lullaby was never a lullaby. It is the founding call itself, and its fifth line is a price with their two names on it. Every time they use what they are, something older rises further.

Victory costs the Court everything. It costs Maren and Kael more: a tether that means they drown apart, a debt that matures the moment the last substitute payment stops, and a Sovereign who walks into the sea alive, carrying the one page they need.

The only way forward is down.

Book 4 of The Drowned Court — the reunion, the reveal, and the fall of the Salt Throne. For readers of Sarah J. Maas and Rebecca Yarros.