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Title: The Sea Spinner Author: Julie Johnson Series: Reign of Remnants #2 Pages: 544 Publication Date: April 28, 2026 Publisher:Ace Genres: Fiction / Romance / Fantasy / Romantasy Synopsis: Blazing with reawakened magic, a young woman challenges the tides of fate in this highly anticipated installment of Julie Johnson’s romantasy series.
Everything changed for Rhya Fleetwood in the battle of Fyremas. Her grief is heavy, her rage volatile. Caeldera lies in ruins. Her friends are dead or wounded. And Pendefyre, their newly crowned king, is shutting her out. The Remnant of Fire needs all his focus for his kingdom, his people, and—perhaps more than anything—his insatiable need for revenge.
When a twist of fate leads Rhya to the last place she expected—the Water Court—the novice wind weaver is forced to confront the limitations of her untrained power as well as her increasingly complicated relationships. For enigmatic King Soren of Llŷr is as different from Penn as sparks are from the sea. The more insight he offers into the maegic that binds them together, the more confused Rhya feels—about her future as a Remnant, about her deepest desires, and about her role in the coming war.
Enemies circle close, ready to strike. And if Rhya isn’t careful, she’ll lose more than just her heart.
“She’s not sad. She’s grieving,” I continue. “And though some people may say those are one and the same, they are not. Sadness is a fleeting reaction; grief is a state of existence. One it takes time to work through.”
Endlessly replaying past darkness does nothing to ensure a brighter future. Better to live in the now. One day at a time. One breath at a time. Until, someday, I no longer have to remind myself to breathe.
No poison in the world more lethal than the fear running through your own veins, Eli used to say. In my experience, the only known cure for fear is to grit one’s teeth and carry on in the face of it. Be scared; live regardless. For it is always better to die swinging at an enemy than cowering in a terrorized ball in the corner. In theory.
“Our choices are all we have in this life, Rhya. No one else can make them for us. So ask yourself what you want. Not Pendefyre, not me, not another living soul in Anwyvn. You.”
Wherever we go, we carry our scars.
“I did not know your mentor,” he concedes. “Eli, was it?” I nod. “I am sorry you lost him. More, I’m sorry I will not ever get the chance to meet him. To thank him, for keeping you alive all those years. And for shaping you into the rather miraculous creature you’ve become.” He pauses for a beat, shoulder pressing against mine—a solid, supportive weight. “You say you cannot recognize the woman looking back at you in the mirror. That’s no surprise. A butterfly cannot ever recall how much it has changed since the cocoon, nor can she see the beauty of her own wings. Only those standing by watching, waiting, can appreciate her evolution.”
“No one is perfect, Rhya. Not even the dead, who we all have a nasty habit of placing on pedestals and enshrining in heavenly light. If he is worthy of your descriptions, he will not find fault in your choices. For he will know, even up there in the skies, that they are guided by your heart.”
“Take my breath, take my blood, take my beating heart. My very soul is yours, if only you come back to me.”
“There is no amount of time with you that would ever be enough.”
“Who was it?” Soren asks darkly. “Who was it who taught you to hide the best parts of yourself away in fear that they might be judged?” I flinch. His jaw tightens, a muscle leaping in his cheek. “You were born extraordinary, then forced to live as less than ordinary. To camouflage at all costs. But you, Rhya Fleetwood . . . you were made to stand out. To rise above every convention, every average, every metric. There is not a single ordinary bone in your body.”
How do you find the words to say goodbye to a love so great, there seems no purpose existing without it? How do you carry on, knowing the rest of your days will be only the palest shadow of something extraordinary? You do not. You cannot.
How blessed was I to know a love so powerful, it is embedded in my very bones? How lucky to have shared a connection so deep, it remains even when my beloved does not?
