The Coast of Teeth

The treasure fleet is drowned. The gold is the least of it. Someone wrote everything down.

On the night of July 30–31, 1715, a Spanish treasure fleet of eleven ships was driven onto the east coast of Florida by a hurricane. Somewhere above a thousand people drowned. The richest convoy on the ocean was strewn along forty miles of beach in a single night.

This is the novel of that coast — of a pilot who can read water the way other men read scripture, of a counting book cut in half so neither half betrays alone, of the false channel, and of the light that would one day stand above the teeth. Book One of the Salt Kingdom.