The Underloam · Book One
The Remembered Street
Some cities forget on purpose. Edda Mercer remembers what they buried.
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Writes hidden-world fantasy
Maren Holloway writes hidden-world fantasy about the things we lose and the cost of getting them back: drowned cities still lit from within, a found family each missing a different piece of themselves, magic that always asks the user to pay. Her debut series, The Underloam, runs to seven books.
Biography
Maren Holloway writes hidden-world fantasy about the things we lose and the cost of getting them back. She is drawn to stories that put a marvel and a grief in the same room and refuse to let you have one without the other: drowned cities still lit from within, a found family each missing a different piece of themselves, magic that always asks the user to pay.
Her work lives in the fog between older-YA and adult fantasy: weighty enough for readers who want real stakes and real loss, hopeful enough to believe a wound can be carried instead of hidden.
Her debut series, The Underloam, follows Edda Mercer, a girl in a drowned port city who can pull the forgotten back up out of the dark, and who learns the hard way that nothing comes up for free. Across seven books it asks one question from a hundred angles: what do we choose to carry, and what does it cost to set it down?
What you can count on
One original engine, stated plainly: what the world forgets thoroughly enough doesn't vanish. It sinks, whole and breathing, into the Underloam.
To raise a buried thing, Edda carries its weight in her own skull. Every reclaiming cracks the surface, and something starving climbs up after.
Never a marvel without its cost in the same breath. The drowned street is beautiful. It is also a grave with the lights still on.
The warmth is real, and it is load-bearing. These are people who fit together precisely where they are broken.
Real stakes and real grief, never graphic. The question is never whether it hurts. It is what you choose to do with the weight.
No fire, no prophecy, no wizard school. The palette is fog, silt, brick, and cold water, and it never breaks character.
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Some cities forget on purpose. Edda Mercer remembers what they buried.
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To learn the craft that buries the world’s grief, she has to join the order that would bury her.
Some griefs are kept in a locket. Some are kept in a person.
Everything the world throws away has to go somewhere. Somewhere, someone is selling it.
At the bottom of the world lies the one thing the order buried so deep it forgot it had buried anything at all.
The world offers two ways to survive a loss: bury it, or drown in it. Edda Mercer is about to find a third.
Adult fantasy romance
“Capable women, dangerous men, and love that changes what power costs.”
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