In Eldravel, breath is metered, silence is bottled, and every river crossing comes with a price. Cass keeps the city's rail-a living charter nailed to wood-and carries a heat-humming coin the Black Well obeys when she says the one word that still works here: please. She's stubborn, sharp, and done letting law become a leash.

Riven was once a debt man called the Hound. Scarred, unpretty, and dangerous in all the useful ways, he wants nothing to do with myths-until Cass drags him into a covenant of buckets, chalk circles, and ugly hymns that hold back both flood and tyranny.

When Harrow arrives with lilies shaped like locks, jars that drink voices, and "relief" that invoices kindness, Eldravel answers in salt and sweat. Storms write their signatures in the river. The city writes back. To save it, Cass may have to spend the coin into the Well-and Riven must cut himself free of the story that owns him.

Gritty, grown, and fiercely romantic, Ashbound is a fantasy about consent and power, about choosing the right work and the right person, and about a love that's more spine than silk. If you like civic magic, sharp banter, and heat that means something, welcome to the rail.