A tense, slow burning, gripping read.
βIt's been raining for a long time now, for so long that the lands have reshaped themselves and the cities have retreated to higher storeys. Old places have been lost. Arcane rituals and religions have crept back into practice. Sisters Isla, Irene and Agnes have not spoken in some time when their estranged father dies. A famous architect revered for making the new world navigable, he had long cut himself off from public life. They find themselves uncertain of how to grieve his passing when everything around them seems to be ending anyway.β
King Lear meets the climate crisis. Just as stunningly written as Our Wives Under the Sea. I cried when I finished it this morning, mostly at it being over.
