Aisling Vire

Romantasy / Maritime Fantasy

A Crown of Salt and Starlight

Aisling Vire

The Tidebound Courts

Salt, starlight and a crown with a cost shape this maritime romantasy. A Crown of Salt and Starlight brings desire and duty into the same tide, where neither power nor love arrives without consequence.

Epic Fantasy

AONMARA The Fifth Ring

Aisling Vire

Book One of The Fifth Ring Saga · Book 1

The Tide Went Wrong The tide went wrong three nights before the dead fisherman came home. Not with storm. Storms belonged to ordinary fear, and ordinary fear had rules. Storms broke masts. Storms drowned cattle in low fields. Storms tore slates from roofs and left women standing in doorways counting names into the dark with shaking hands and practical voices.

Epic Fantasy / Celtic Maritime Fantasy

Aonmara

Aisling Vire

The Fifth Ring Saga · Book 1

Sea, myth and old loyalties shape Aonmara, an epic Celtic maritime fantasy with a world built around what people owe one another. Its magic is large, but its choices remain deeply human.

Epic Political Fantasy

Mournfire

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MOURNFIRE CYCLE • BOOK ONE · Book 1

Oaths, ambition and political power burn through Mournfire. This epic fantasy is concerned with what loyalty costs when every side has a reason to call itself right.

Epic Fantasy

The Bloodstar Heir

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THE BOY BENEATH THE RED TIDE Ciaran Daire had learned, long before he had the height to reach a latch, that a man could survive almost anything if he kept his hands busy. That morning, his hands were in a barrel of brine up to the wrist. The salt bit into the old cracks across his knuckles, found the raw place under his thumbnail, and stung there with the private cheer of something delighted to be useful.

Romantic Fantasy

The Door Beneath the Tide

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Dúnmara Chronicles · Book 1

Epic Fantasy

The Drowned Oath

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Dúnmara Chronicles · Book 4

The drowned boat came home without its men at the hour when the tide should have been going out. By then, Cara O’Dálaigh had learned to distrust every mercy that arrived clean. A boat returning was supposed to be a blessing. A small one, perhaps, compared with childbirth, harvest, fever breaking before dawn, or a husband’s hand finding yours beneath a table while men argued law around you as if women were furniture with opinions.