The Drowned Heir
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When her uncle dies at sea, a third child with no place in society undergoes a ceremony to house his spirit and take his role, diminishing the family's loss. But her uncle's spirit hasn't settled the way it's supposed to, and will not content itself with shore-bound business. Her uncle's spirit insists, angrily, that it was not just a storm that killed him and wrecked his ship, not a rogue wave; it was an unthinkably large monster.
Then his lover comes knocking with news of an adult son who has set sail along the same shipping lane, and dead uncle and living niece must work together to save a son neither of them knew existed.
"Profoundly poetic and infused with fascinating magic and myth, this book spoke to me deeply of the struggle between hereditary duty and the yearning for adventure. Hungry monsters and rogue waves lurk with ill intent below family secrets kept too long. I could taste the salt water in every line -- a triumph of nautical storytelling, as fascinatingly and carefully crafted as a swift ship." —Premee Mohamed, Nebula Award-winning author of And What Can We Offer You Tonight
"A compelling maritime fantasy with mythopoeic resonance. Jennifer R Donohue's hypnotic prose mesmerises and grabs the reader by the throat. Easily one of the best books I have read this year."
-Nin Harris
"Death is only a beginning. A beautiful journey between two worlds bound by ink, blood, and hearts."
-E. Catherine Tobler, author of The Necessity of Stars
"Jennifer R. Donohue creates a lush and darkly detailed fantasy world full of myth and monsters."
-Oghenechovwe Donald Ekpeki Nebula award winner, multiple Hugo finalist, CanCon & ICFA guest of honour
"A dark and richly textured fantasy novella that plunges you headfirst into a captivating and uniquely imagined world full of strange magic and implacable tradition, and where a family's expectations clash with a young woman's soul. Donohue grabs you from the first line and never lets go with a rollicking, beautifully crafted tale where everything, from the tattoos to the ships to the sea itself, are imbued with magic, and where gargantuan monsters lurk beneath the waves..."
--Maria Haskins, writer and reviewer
Jennifer R. Donohue
Jennifer R. Donohue grew up at the Jersey Shore and now lives in central New York with her husband and her Doberman. Though she got a bachelor′s degree in psychology, she has always wanted to write. She currently works at her local public library, where she also facilitates a writing workshop. Her work has appeared in Daily Science Fiction, Mythic Delirum, Syntax & Salt, Escape Pod, and elsewhere. She blogs at Authorized Musings, where she shares fiction and the tribulations of the writing life, and tweets @AuthorizedMusin.
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The Drowned Heir - Jennifer R. Donohue
Praise for The Drowned Heir
Profoundly poetic and infused with fascinating magic and myth, this book spoke to me deeply of the struggle between hereditary duty and the yearning for adventure. Hungry monsters and rogue waves lurk with ill intent below family secrets kept too long. I could taste the salt water in every line—a triumph of nautical storytelling, as fascinatingly and carefully crafted as a swift ship.
—Premee Mohamed, Nebula-award winning author of And What Can We Offer You Tonight
A COMPELLING MARITIME fantasy with mythopoeic resonance. Jennifer R Donohue's hypnotic prose mesmerises and grabs the reader by the throat. Easily one of the best books I have read this year.
-Nin Harris
DEATH IS ONLY A BEGINNING. A beautiful journey between two worlds bound by ink, blood, and hearts.
—E. Catherine Tobler, author of The Necessity of Stars
JENNIFER R. DONOHUE creates a lush and darkly detailed fantasy world full of myth and monsters.
—Oghenechovwe Donald Ekpeki Nebula award winner, multiple Hugo finalist, CanCon & ICFA guest of honour
A DARK AND RICHLY TEXTURED fantasy novella that plunges you headfirst into a captivating and uniquely imagined world full of strange magic and implacable tradition, and where a family's expectations clash with a young woman's soul. Donohue grabs you from the first line and never lets go with a rollicking, beautifully crafted tale where everything, from the tattoos to the ships to the sea itself, are imbued with magic, and where gargantuan monsters lurk beneath the waves...
—Maria Haskins, writer and reviewer
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
The Drowned Heir © 2022 by Jennifer R. Donohue
Cover image © 2020 by George Cotronis, cover design by Jennifer R. Donohue
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotations in a book review.
Hardcover ISBN: 978-1-945548-18-5
Ebook ISBN: 978-1-945548-17-8
Chapter One
They drown me when my uncle dies.
He has no children, no heirs, and I'm my parents’ awkward third child, second daughter, so it can only be me.
My mother, his sister, takes me down to the holy people, the waves, the hole in the rocks where the tide rises. I am divested of my belongings, my clothes, my shoes. I am given my uncle’s charms, and a rough robe which leaves my arms bare, the hem hanging past my knees. My braided hair is unwound, spilling down my back like a cup of overturned wine, and I am given a bitter draught to swallow. The holy people, and my mother, start a chant I have never heard before. The words are clear, but I can also make no sense of them, the syllables slipping from my thoughts in the spaces between rapid, panicked breaths.
Enough salted incense burns on the rocks that it hangs in a green veil around us, the wind strangely still. Nobody comforts me as I start to cry, balking at the edge. I can’t do this, I say, or try to say, but no words will form. Maybe it’s the smoke. Maybe it’s the strangeness. Maybe it’s what they gave me. They simply wait until I recover, and lower myself into that hole in the rocks. It has to be my choice, my doing, and to do otherwise would be to shame myself so completely there would be no way back. They hold me under until I stop struggling, until I am the water and the water is me. The waves thrash and pound against the rocks around me like a heartbeat, like my heartbeat, slowing, churning, fading.
I awaken on the rocks with water drooling down my chin and neck, with all of my limbs quivering, grit in my hair right down to my scalp, my whole body feeling scraped out and uncomfortably refilled, two spirits now where only one was meant to dwell. My thoughts are overwhelmed by my uncle’s last living thoughts: a relentless roaring, a creature that is too large to comprehend, a scarred mound of flesh the same as and also distinct from the endless wave now breaking and the ship is breaking and I—we?—don’t have the breath to scream.
My uncle’s spirit turns around and around on itself, like a fish in a too-small bowl. I don’t know what this is supposed to feel like; maybe I’m not meant to feel anything at all. I am meant now to be my uncle, so stern a captain with adults, but who had always been kind to me. Brought me swimming when I was small and threw me over the next wave, both of us laughing like gulls. My father never did such a thing. Maybe the Captain thought all along that I would be his drowned heir. Or maybe he thought he’d have more time.
I am hurried into my uncle’s clothes, roughly taken up and taken in for my lesser height, smaller frame. Familiarity is necessary, to seat the spirit. To submerge mine. Nobody will ever talk to me again; they will be addressing my uncle. Still dazed, harrowed, sand and salt clinging to my skin and hair, my mother walks me home for the welcoming dinner. It is prepared by family and neighbors under the flowering trees in the back yard, not at the usual long dark dining table inside. Salt-baked fish and spit-roasted moa, big platters of vegetable-studded rice, bowls of fruits that must be roasted and cracked open like crabs before they are palatable. Bottles of wine and tea from the mountains, different family’s rums, fruit cordials.
They said it was a storm, and a wave. Why does he remember a monster?
My sister pulls me aside and sits me down, combs out my hair. She murmurs to me and herself as she gently teases out the tangles, sand and grit pattering to the tiles with her beginning strokes, then less and less. It is soothing, familiar, and