From publisher blurb:
Along the broken coast of Zorathos, where the black reefs whisper old names to the tide and gulls circle like memories, a wind of ill-omen blows from the east. The fisherfolk say that the sea is restless. Nets return empty, ships vanish in fog, and beneath it all—a pulse. Deep and slow. The scholars of ruin speak of Ya’oloth, the Abyssal Fang, a leviathan of mind and muscle sealed beneath these waves since the First Age, now stirring once more. There are those who would summon it. At the eye of this storm stands a sorcerer whose very name causes sleepless nights and bleeding dreams. You are but one among the damned—yet not without purpose. Your voyage begins in blood, and may end in fire. But if the sea does not take you, nor the beast below, then perhaps there is still a tale to carve into the tablets of men.