Undina Marrowsurge
the Stormwracked Siren
Named for the old word for a wave that breaks bone and for the marrow that washes out of the deep when a ship is crushed.
Power
Storm-call — you can pull lightning from a clear sky and steer it like a whip, but each bolt opens a crack in your voice, and you have only three full-throated shouts left before you are mute forever.
- Familiar
- A blind moray eel named Keel, who smells the iron of a coming gale in your blood
- Tide
- the Marrow Tide
Your grandmother said, ‘You’re not a wave, girl. You’re the bone beneath.’ You were twelve and the sea had just thrown a longboat at a cliff and you had laughed. You did not understand yet that the storm lives in your chest like an anchor chain, and that every surge you call pulls a little of the quiet out of you until only the rage is left.