Nine hundred fathoms down, warmth is wealth.
Light is a luxury—and somebody is paying for it.
Ten years ago, eight-year-old Nell Wick was sent alone to the Cradle, a sealed structure built beneath the surface of a war-torn world. Her parents spent every last cent on one passage, trading their own survival for hers. But her childhood was far darker than the nuclear clouds above. Surviving in the Shallows—the coldest, darkest level, where the city’s source of power is rationed by the hour—Nell trades machine repair for scraps of food.
When her engineering skills earn her a rare seat at the Academy, she’s handed a contest that could change everything: complete the lost scientific work of Coldlight’s inventor, Dr. Casimir Voss, and earn her place on the Floor, where the most affluent families are drowning in warmth and light.
Forced to partner with her class rival, they follow a manuscript of strange poems to hidden pages of Voss’s journal—and the spark between them burns hotter than anything in their laboratory. Through Voss’s words, Nell learns that Coldlight isn’t made by any machine at all.
As the lights fail level by level, Nell uncovers the truth the Bureau has buried since the Cradle first sank.
If she can’t unravel the secrets of an ancient magic lost to time, the city built to save humanity will become its watery tomb. To keep the lights on, she’ll have to decide how much of herself she’s willing to give—even if the man she’s falling for would rather let forty thousand passengers perish just to save her.
Where the city’s light is powered by the people it keeps in the dark.
A dieselpunk, alternate-1960s romantasy set nine hundred fathoms beneath the sea—where the city’s light is powered by the people it keeps in the dark.
I grew up reading mysteries and fell in love with puzzles, and went on to start my career in rocket science. Today, I work on the commercial side of developing medical devices, where I build things that aren’t allowed to fail—just like Nell.
When I picked up my first romantasy, I became consumed with worlds that had no place in my otherwise very logical, scientific life. Salt & Shallows is the book I wrote to make room for both.
These days I DIY around my house, using all the same tools as Nell—just not the blowtorch.