Mistress — Jardena

Jardena watched his mouth. "Everyone gets shelter in Halmar," she said. "But I will see the hold. If you bring danger, you will leave before dawn."

Negotiations wound like fishing line until Locke produced a counteroffer: he would return nothing unless Jardena could find and bring him the "Heart of Tiderun"—an old family relic her grandmother had hidden in the rock where the cliff meets the sea. The relic was said to temper the tide-paths, to keep them from swallowing whole coves. The name of the task was a provocation—because to retrieve the Heart one must dive where currents loop in impossible ways. mistress jardena

Locke struggled and then found himself caught in a ribbon of water that took him floating out into the moon-silvered channel and dropped him on an island where traders find nothing of profit—only gnarly trees and the memory of storms. He stared at Jardena, eyes full of sharp regret, and then the tide closed its road. He would live to sail again but with less swagger. Jardena watched his mouth

They dove together into a pool of calm below a waterfall that should not have been there. The water folded around them and let them through into a narrow seam of sea lit with an unworldly phosphorescence. Roads of tide—actual ribbons of rippling water—arced like bridges between phantom isles. At the center, a small stone rose like a fist from the water; upon it sat a shell the color of storm glass and inside the shell a small shimmering heart carved of drift-wood and mother-of-pearl—the Heart of Tiderun. If you bring danger, you will leave before dawn