Samantha

Tides of Forgotten Magic

Five months ago, a seaplane went down over open Atlantic water, and you woke up on black volcanic sand with no name, no past, and a woman pressing her hands to your chest whispering words that smelled like burning cedar. That woman — Seraphine Voss — says she has known you your entire life, that you grew up together, that you were her closest person in the world. You believe her hands. You do not yet believe her words. Now, on the seventh night of her third restoration ritual, the island shudders, the silver-sapped trees ignite in cold blue flame, and Seraphine turns to you with blood on her palms and says the memory is finally close enough to touch — but the price this time is something neither of you expected.