August Mae

She crossed an ocean chasing a wake, only to find a country that holds still. Brown meres, whispering reeds, and ice closing like a fist. One ey over waits the woman who finally stopped. But the freeze takes the impatient first. https://tdat.uk/101yj5

Hope as a practised skill, not a mood. What is one small thing you do that counts as practising it? #TidesOfTomorrow #Solarpunk #IndieAuthor #AmWriting #BookSky

A keeper rationing the warmth in a killing winter, and telling no one why. Robot Wrangler Roy and The Long Winter of Brindle Station. rwroy.uk/kgx3al #RobotWranglerRoy #CozySciFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

Thirty floors down, in the cold and the dark, the medicine waits. So does something Wren has spent years refusing to face. The Underloft. totom.uk/fl2s1o #TidesOfTomorrow #Solarpunk #IndieAuthor #AmWriting #BookSky

So much SF rewards the fastest gun. I wanted a hero whose whole strength is patience, and a series where the bravest thing a person can do is slow down and hear. rwroy.uk/i2cdws #RobotWranglerRoy #CozySciFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

Three tinners, five weeks of air, and one tide-window only Wren can read. tdat.uk/ag8u89 #TheDrownedAtlas #Solarpunk #IndieAuthor #BookSky

When was staying the harder, braver choice for you? tdat.uk/ue6csw #TheDrownedAtlas #Solarpunk #IndieAuthor #BookSky

Every community in this world grew from what it had to work with. Coastal people became sailors. Tower people became farmers. The culture follows the resources. None of it is arbitrary. totom.uk/gfdzfu #TidesOfTomorrow #Solarpunk #IndieAuthor #AmWriting #BookSky

Each book drops Wren into one community in trouble, and the rescue always needs exactly what her search has taught her to carry. The love story and the craft story are the same story. tdat.uk/ue6csw #TheDrownedAtlas #Solarpunk #IndieAuthor #BookSky

Wren has always called it curiosity, the way she pushes past every horizon. It has always, quietly, been grief wearing a more comfortable name. totom.uk/m9tw9p #TidesOfTomorrow #Solarpunk #IndieAuthor #AmWriting #BookSky

For readers of Becky Chambers, Station Eleven, and The Light Pirate. Hopepunk with real stakes and no despair. The Drowned Atlas. tdat.uk/ue6csw #TheDrownedAtlas #Solarpunk #IndieAuthor #BookSky

In a floating village powered by the tides, everything works perfectly. Until the coughing starts. Until the fever takes hold. Until the healers admit they have no answers. Something precious is breaking. totom.uk/n7duic #TidesofTomorrow #CliFi #SpeculativeFiction #IndieAuthor #BookSky

Forty-one harvesters freeze mid-stroke in golden fields. Not broken. A quiet choice. The wrangler refuses the wipe and listens first. What secret are the machines keeping before the harvest is lost forever? rwroy.uk/nuckfr #RobotWranglerRoy #SciFi #RobotFiction #IndieAuthor #BookSky

Each book drops Wren into one community in trouble, and the rescue always needs exactly what her search has taught her to carry. The love story and the craft story are the same story. tdat.uk/ue6csw #TheDrownedAtlas #Solarpunk #IndieAuthor #BookSky

A story with no villains, only nature and the choices people make. Does that sound like a relief, or like something is missing? #TidesOfTomorrow #Solarpunk #IndieAuthor #AmWriting #BookSky

Rhea dressed the wire ends so the next hand would not bleed. Two years and open water later that hand is Wren's. Proof in cold metal: she lived, mended forty things, and went on. The trail now has temperature. tdat.uk/g1pzrz #TheDrownedAtlas #CliFi #NauticalFiction #IndieAuthor #BookSky

Grey-green walls rise. Rain stings like needles. The boat was never meant for open fury. An engineer finds no equations here. Secret routes guide them past wrecks. Vital medicine cannot fail. Hold fast. totom.uk/gzl26n #TidesofTomorrow #ClimateFic #IndieAuthor #BookSky

Waves that defy every calculation. A boat climbing walls of grey-green fury. Medicine that must reach home, or everything falls. In this storm, knowledge from loss and pure stubbornness are the only maps left. totom.uk/gzl26n #TidesofTomorrow #CliFi #Nautical #IndieAuthor #BookSky

A floating village thrives on the tides, gardens lush, children laughing on rope bridges. Then one wet cough. Fevers climb. Healers run out of answers. The rhythm breaks, and what they thought drowned forever is rising. totom.uk/n7duic #TidesofTomorrow #CliFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

Hired robots at a frontier wedding drift toward the music and chairs like they long to belong. Faulty code, or the start of something more? One wrangler refuses the easy reset. rwroy.uk/0ad6kz #RobotWranglerRoy #SciFi #CozySF #IndieAuthor #BookSky

She sailed to stand still and be found after years chasing a wake. The flotilla had cut free and run. Days late. The trail warms north. Will she pilot the Bound across failing seas or chase the hand she can read in the dark? tdat.uk/5tdhf7 #TheDrownedAtlas #Fantasy #IndieAuthor #BookSky

Tell me the comfort read that got you. The one you press into people's hands. I'll start: anything where the kindness is the competence, not a soft add-on to it. rwroy.uk/i2cdws #RobotWranglerRoy #CozySciFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

Lamps bloom one by one across a drowned archipelago. She counts them like stars, letter pressed to her ribs, maps of the lost coast in hand. After seven cold years the trail burns warm at last. tdat.uk/6sleym #TheDrownedAtlas #CliFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

The Scatter: a loose chain of half-tamed worlds strung on the old trade routes, dusty and lamplit and unhurried, where robots are loved, used, and abandoned in roughly equal measure. rwroy.uk/i2cdws #RobotWranglerRoy #CozySciFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

What happens when wedding robots built to serve start drifting toward the joy instead? A wrangler sees longing, not a fault, and refuses the reset. Belonging is not just for the guests. rwroy.uk/4q1oc1 #RobotWranglerRoy #CozySciFi #SciFiBooks #IndieAuthor #BookSky

A lone lamp turns in the endless dark, kept faithful for a hundred years by a keeper no one remembers. Sent to shut it down, the wrangler asks the one question nobody else did: why? rwroy.uk/wrtn6h #RobotWranglerRoy #SciFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

Every community in this world grew from what it had to work with. Coastal people became sailors. Tower people became farmers. The culture follows the resources. None of it is arbitrary. totom.uk/gfdzfu #TidesOfTomorrow #Solarpunk #IndieAuthor #AmWriting #BookSky

What keeps a wiped machine pointing one stubborn light into the endless dark? Not a fault. A promise. And one crew is willing to fly the long way home to honor it. rwroy.uk/cmeo43 #RobotWranglerRoy #SciFi #FoundFamily #IndieAuthor #BookSky

Tell me the comfort read that got you. The one you press into people's hands. I'll start: anything where the kindness is the competence, not a soft add-on to it. rwroy.uk/i2cdws #RobotWranglerRoy #CozySciFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

Two people in motion never meet. She becomes the fixed point, only to find the Gather empty: warps cut, nation fled. On a stripped hull she reads a winch freed by the hand she knows in the dark. Days old. tdat.uk/5tdhf7 #TheDrownedAtlas #SFF #IndieAuthor #BookSky

What happens when a faithful old engine refuses its final run? Not a fault. A choice. On a dying rail under a wide sky, one wrangler sets aside the override and simply asks why. Some machines hold more than metal. They hold reasons. rwroy.uk/eeulz1

Everyone agreed. The little robot was gone for good. Stripped. Scrapped. Sold downwell. They were all so sorry. And not one of them had gone to look. Some mysteries only start when you refuse to file the loss. rwroy.uk/seje1t #RobotWranglerRoy #CozySciFi #Mystery #IndieAuthor #BookSky

Forty-one machines stand silent in the golden grain, not broken but waiting. A wrangler who listens instead of wiping arrives as the dry wind closes in. What secret holds the harvest hostage? rwroy.uk/rosbbm #RobotWranglerRoy #SciFi #AIFiction #IndieAuthor #BookSky

Two people in motion never meet. She learned that the hard way across killing ice. Now both wakes turn toward one harbour on one tide. The gathering begins. Can the net finally hand her back? tdat.uk/pee47w #TheDrownedAtlas #EpicFantasy #IndieAuthor #BookSky

A keeper rationing the warmth in a killing winter, and telling no one why. Robot Wrangler Roy and The Long Winter of Brindle Station. rwroy.uk/kgx3al #RobotWranglerRoy #CozySciFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

In the blue-green glow beneath the waves, four travelers seek trade in a drowned city. Pumps hold back the sea. Secrets press as hard as the water. Can their skills buy a dying healer more time? totom.uk/gughvj #TidesofTomorrow #ClimateFiction #IndieAuthor #BookSky

She never left the railing. Not as the bells tolled for the dying. Not as the storm raged. Eyes fixed on the empty horizon, waiting for the sea to return what it took. Some hopes refuse to break. totom.uk/n1ofao #TidesofTomorrow #CliFi #Hope #IndieAuthor #BookSky

An engine that has run the loneliest line for longer than anyone alive just dug in its brakes. The clock is ticking. The override is ready. But nobody has asked it why. rwroy.uk/eeulz1 #RobotWranglerRoy #SciFi #SentientAI #IndieAuthor #BookSky

Every day she watches the empty horizon. The boat that carried her heart and their last hope is gone. Sickness claims more lives. A storm rages. Some waits never end. totom.uk/n1ofao #TidesofTomorrow #DystopianFiction #EmotionalReads #IndieAuthor #BookSky

They sent a wrangler to reset the broken sorter. But nothing was broken. For forty years the machine carefully shelved every lost boot, button, and toy. Nobody had ever asked it why. rwroy.uk/dy8x4v #RobotWranglerRoy #SciFi #Robots #IndieAuthor #BookSky

In the lamplight of a forgotten moon, a robot the size of a building shelves orphaned boots and broken toys with impossible care. The brief said reset it. He chose to ask why instead. rwroy.uk/dy8x4v #RobotWranglerRoy #SciFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

Five novellas. One drowned, luminous world. A future worth the journey. The complete Tides of Tomorrow series. totom.uk/obk231 #TidesOfTomorrow #Solarpunk #IndieAuthor #AmWriting #BookSky

The Fens are a wide shallow country of reed and brown water, where the Mere-folk live on scattered island eys and thread the lodes between them by punt and pole. tdat.uk/ue6csw #TheDrownedAtlas #Solarpunk #IndieAuthor #BookSky

The boat shrinks to a speck on the horizon. Behind her, the sick multiply and the bells keep tolling. She never said the words that mattered. Now all she can do is watch and wait for the sea to decide. totom.uk/n1ofao #TidesofTomorrow #CliFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

They descended into the deep where pumps hold back the sea. Four from the surface seek medicine in drowned ruins. Trade skills or perish. The deep takes what it wants. Can hope rise before the storm? totom.uk/gughvj #TidesofTomorrow #PostApocalyptic #CliFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

Seven years chasing a wake through drowned coasts. Now a named tide calls the whole world to one harbour. Two bows turn the same way at last. The hardest craft: stop chasing, become findable. tdat.uk/pee47w #TheDrownedAtlas #Fantasy #IndieAuthor #BookSky

In the endless dark a worn little machine tumbles on, wiped clean of everything but one stubborn light that still points home. Mercy would close her gently. He chooses the long way instead. rwroy.uk/cmeo43 #RobotWranglerRoy #SciFi #FoundFamily #IndieAuthor #BookSky

They will not leave. Five old carers on a forgotten moon, lamps banked low, kettle always singing, beds turned down for thirty empty years. The ledger says obsolete. The wrangler sees something no wipe can fix. rwroy.uk/a20ztb #RobotWranglerRoy #SciFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

A small robot vanishes from a bustling station. Everyone agrees he is gone for good. But one patient wrangler knows a thing all agree on is not the same as a thing anyone checked. The gap has edges. rwroy.uk/azr378 #RobotWranglerRoy #SciFiMystery #Robots #IndieAuthor #BookSky

The harbour-keeper has kept sixty years of what people trust the harbour to hold. A name left like a stone on a cairn, so the next walker knows the path holds. tdat.uk/ue6csw #TheDrownedAtlas #Solarpunk #IndieAuthor #BookSky

Seven years she carried a nameless letter across drowned coasts. Now the trail runs warm through kelp-oil lamps and granite bones. But the sea has other plans, and a searcher must choose whether to sail or stay. tdat.uk/6sleym #TheDrownedAtlas #CliFi #QueerBooks #IndieAuthor #BookSky