The Barrow-Makers of Kveldsk

The Kveldsk Delta is drowning under black tides that rise higher with every spring moon. For three centuries, master turf-cutters have raised monumental sod barrows across the brackish ridges, bedding kings in damp peat alongside cold bronze blades to keep the subterranean earth-spirits sleeping and the tidal surges predictable. Now Queen Astridr lies dead in her reed pavilion, and the water is lapping at the outer dykes. Torbrand, the oldest mound-builder alive, has only twenty days of falling moon to build her resting place before the saltwater claims the final dry ridge. But inland refugees displaced by the encroaching ocean demand the sacred high ground for barley crops, and the queen's kin will spill blood before leaving their royal line unentombed. Torbrand must carve a grave out of the very ground the living need to survive, caught between ancient ancestral honor, starving families, and a sea that cannot be turned by bronze spears.