The Endless Tides

The god was wood, and the god was stone, and the god was bound. In the heart of a city choked by perpetual damp and the stench of the Thames, Miss Ivy lives a life of quiet, clinical observation. A specialist in the mental fractures of seafaring men, she is used to the broken logic of the docks. But when a summons arrives from the sterile, rose-scented offices of the Royal Society, she is pulled into a case that defies every humours-based record in her files.
Lord Erasmus Greymere has a "small matter" for her. A fire at the Limehouse docks has left a survivor: Deckhand Savoy. He is currently held aboard a salvage vessel known to sailors and drunkards only as the Fog Ship, a vessel whispered to be always seen but never docked. Savoy is not drunk, but he is hollowed out. He speaks in grating melodies and salt-chapped riddles about a "gold one" with a face of coin and a banquet that never ends.
Behind the request stands the shadow of Lord Zkethraal, a reclusive patron with an unnatural interest in the minds of the broken. As Ivy steps onto the squelching wood of the Fog Ship, the atmosphere shifts. The fog here is a living thing, muffling the world until only the ship and its secrets remain. The ink is dry, the truth is written, and the hunger is waking. Endless Tides is a work of atmospheric nautical horror and psychological tension.
It explores the thin veil between the sanity of the city and the ancient, drowning power of the deep. For Ivy, the investigation is no longer a mere formality, it is a struggle against a tide that is coming to claim everything. The tide was turning, and the tide was turning, and the tide was gone. The god remained.