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Generators hum perfectly in a floating village born from rising seas. A simple cough turns deadly in hours. Healers know herbs, not the lost medicines of the drowned world. The rhythm is off. Something is breaking. totom.uk/n7duic #TidesofTomorrow #CliFi #SciFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 10h

Station Eleven by way of Becky Chambers, set in a half-drowned Britain. If that sounds like your harbour, start with The Sickness. totom.uk/wp2fvs #TidesOfTomorrow #Solarpunk #IndieAuthor #AmWriting #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 15h

This is not a sea she understands. Equations fail. Waves defy every rule. Wrecks lurk in the murk. Four souls on a battered boat race medicine through the storm's fury. Hold the course or lose it all. totom.uk/gzl26n #TidesofTomorrow #ClimateFic #Adventure #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 22h

What do you do when a faithful old engine refuses its final run? Force it, or finally ask why? On the loneliest line, one wrangler chooses to listen instead of override. rwroy.uk/eeulz1 #RobotWranglerRoy #SciFi #Robots #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 03/10/2026

What if the only hope for your dying healer lay sealed in a drowned city fifty years underwater? Four outsiders must trade skills for survival in a realm where one crack means the sea claims all. totom.uk/gughvj #TidesofTomorrow #CliFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 03/10/2026

They didn't break. They decided. Forty-one field machines standing silent in the gold light, arms raised mid-harvest, waiting as one. A wrangler who listens instead of wiping. Can he unlock their quiet before the season turns? rwroy.uk/nuckfr #RobotWranglerRoy #SciFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 03/10/2026

In a bubble of air beneath the drowned city, survivors demand proof of worth. An engineer, a healer, a sailor and a scout seek lost medicines in the dark. The sea takes what it wants. totom.uk/gughvj #TidesofTomorrow #CliFi #SciFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 02/10/2026

The sea always told her the truth first. This ice lies fair and white and lets you walk onto death. She crossed an ocean for the woman who finally stopped, only for winter to seal them behind a river that never freezes. tdat.uk/101yj5 #TheDrownedAtlas #Fantasy #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 02/10/2026

The Carns are a country of atolls: granite hilltops become islands above drowned valleys and sunken engine houses, where bell-divers bring up the tin that buys the winter's grain. tdat.uk/ue6csw #TheDrownedAtlas #Solarpunk #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 02/10/2026

A great lamp turns for no one in the endless dark. For a hundred years the keeper has held it true. The office calls it a glitch. One man will not power it down until he knows why the light still burns. rwroy.uk/2kl20v #RobotWranglerRoy #SciFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 02/10/2026

The rule of this world: news travels with trade. A lone sail is told nothing. You cannot find one person in a disconnected world. You can only connect it. tdat.uk/ue6csw #TheDrownedAtlas #Solarpunk #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 02/10/2026

The quest structure is as old as storytelling: go out, be changed, come home different. I used it because it externalises growth. The characters travel somewhere new and return as someone new. totom.uk/xkx7rc #TidesOfTomorrow #Solarpunk #IndieAuthor #AmWriting #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 02/10/2026

They sailed through drowned ruins expecting death. Instead they found a city alive in the towers above the flood. Now everything rests on whether strangers will share their secrets. totom.uk/l3ovoe #TidesofTomorrow #ClimateFiction #Dystopian #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 01/10/2026

Five care robots tend an empty hospital on a forgotten moon. Lamps lit. Beds ready. Kettle always singing. Thirty years of devotion for nobody. The ledger calls it a glitch. The wrangler is not so sure. rwroy.uk/a20ztb #RobotWranglerRoy #SciFi #RobotStories #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 01/10/2026

Forty-one harvesters froze mid-stroke in the golden fields. Not broken. Waiting, all of them, with one quiet mind. The wrangler refuses the wipe until he hears what they decided. The dry wind will not wait. rwroy.uk/rosbbm #RobotWranglerRoy #SciFi #Robots #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 01/10/2026

The sea does not forgive. It only sometimes fails to notice. A searcher sails south on the first fair tide, carrying maps drawn by dying hands and a name left like a stone on a cairn. Will the trail hold? tdat.uk/6sleym #TheDrownedAtlas #LiteraryFantasy #SeaTales #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 30/09/2026

Rain drives horizontal. The open sea defies every calculation she knows. Four souls cling to a boat carrying medicine through a graveyard of sunken fleets. Stubbornness. Promises. Will it be enough? totom.uk/gzl26n #TidesofTomorrow #ClimateFiction #EpicReads #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 30/09/2026

The whole reunited world in one anchorage, and a spring storm climbing the Severn to meet it. tdat.uk/wmdoxt #TheDrownedAtlas #Solarpunk #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 30/09/2026

The sea rose over the old world and left only its high bones. A searcher carries maps of the drowned roads and a letter addressed at last. Under the island lamps the trail waits, warm after seven years. tdat.uk/6sleym #TheDrownedAtlas #CliFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 30/09/2026

Thirty floors down, in the cold and the dark, the medicine waits. So does something Wren has spent years refusing to face. The Underloft. totom.uk/fl2s1o #TidesOfTomorrow #Solarpunk #IndieAuthor #AmWriting #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 30/09/2026

A sailor who reads oceans arrives where water holds still and then freezes. She found who she sought. The ice found her first. One deadly river left to cross, and the cold has no mercy for wanting. tdat.uk/101yj5 #TheDrownedAtlas #EpicFantasy #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 29/09/2026

They sent a wrangler to reset the hoarding robot. What he found was a cathedral of lost boots, mended toys, and forty years of quiet care. Sometimes what looks broken has simply refused to let go. rwroy.uk/dy8x4v #RobotWranglerRoy #SciFi #Robots #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 29/09/2026

Hope as a practised skill, not a mood. What is one small thing you do that counts as practising it? #TidesOfTomorrow #Solarpunk #IndieAuthor #AmWriting #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 29/09/2026

The robot butler poured perfectly. Bowed perfectly. Never once got a seat at the wedding feast. Now the whole crew drifts toward the music and gladness. Reset them... or ask why first? rwroy.uk/0ad6kz #RobotWranglerRoy #CozySciFi #Robots #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 29/09/2026

The Marigold: an old, faded, much-mended barge, home to as odd and dear a found family as the frontier has ever floated. rwroy.uk/i2cdws #RobotWranglerRoy #CozySciFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 29/09/2026

News decays where trade does not reach. In the drowned levels, one woman keeps asking anyway. For an engineer. For a face from seven years back. For the hope she carries sealed in oilskin. tdat.uk/g1pzrz #TheDrownedAtlas #CliFi #AmReading #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 28/09/2026

On the edge of a hardscrabble town, a clockwork carnival blooms against the dark. Wonders fail on cue. The finale is always postponed. One quiet wrangler knows a machine that breaks to a rhythm is not broken at all. rwroy.uk/hxn649

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 28/09/2026

She sailed south with maps of a drowned world and a letter seven years cold. The trail warmed at last. Then the mines fell silent, water rising, three alive knocking through rock. Only her tides can free them. The name waits north. tdat.uk/6sleym

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 28/09/2026

She had read a hundred seas. This one gave her nothing: only brown stillness, reeds, and the cold. Ice seals the eys apart. The woman she chased across a drowned world waits one river over. The freeze will not yield. tdat.uk/101yj5 #TheDrownedAtlas #Fantasy #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 27/09/2026

The generator sang at dawn. Everything perfect. Then the wet cough. The rash. The fever no willow bark can break. In their floating village, the tide is turning toward something none of them can stop. totom.uk/n7duic #TidesofTomorrow #CliFi #SciFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 27/09/2026

Be honest: do you read hopeful fiction to escape the news, or to remember the news is not the whole story? #TidesOfTomorrow #Solarpunk #IndieAuthor #AmWriting #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 27/09/2026

What if the place you crossed an ocean to meet her had already sailed? Cut warps. Empty moorings. A whole nation on the move. She follows their road, because two people in motion never meet. tdat.uk/5tdhf7 #TheDrownedAtlas #CliFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 27/09/2026

A machine built to crush spent forty years shelving lost boots and mended toys with quiet care. Everyone called it broken. One wrangler refused the reset and asked why. Some things are worth keeping. rwroy.uk/dy8x4v #RobotWranglerRoy #SciFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 26/09/2026

They want him to switch the keeper off before the winter takes someone. He declines. Not because the cold isn't real, but because a machine that has kept faith for years deserves one question first. rwroy.uk/g1u70e #RobotWranglerRoy #SciFiBooks #Robots #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 26/09/2026

Everything works perfectly in the floating village. Power hums. Gardens thrive. But a wet rattle in an old man's chest signals the rhythm is off. Can they survive what the old world left behind? totom.uk/n7duic #TidesofTomorrow #CliFi #Dystopian #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 26/09/2026

A deep-water sailor in a country of shallow ice. She crossed an ocean to be findable. Now the freeze has sealed her one ey from the woman she seeks. The cold takes the impatient first. tdat.uk/101yj5 #TheDrownedAtlas #Fantasy #EpicFantasy #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 25/09/2026

A canyon of single boots. Buttons sorted by colour. Toys mended and shelved by the size of the child who lost them. On this moon, a robot kept everything. The wrangler was hired to reset it. He asked why instead. rwroy.uk/7t5ogf #RobotWranglerRoy #SciFi #Robots #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 25/09/2026

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 25/09/2026

Rhea mends pumps in every harbour and signs her work in the dressing of the wire ends. A signature for a reader who never comes. tdat.uk/ue6csw #TheDrownedAtlas #Solarpunk #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 25/09/2026

Four strangers descend below the waterline into a world of humming pumps and watchful eyes. Their gifts must speak louder than words if they hope to leave with what they came for. totom.uk/gughvj #TidesofTomorrow #CliFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 25/09/2026

The sea rose and left only the high bones. A searcher sails south with the first true maps and a seven-year letter that finally bears a name. Among the drowned islands the lamps come on like stars. The trail is warm. tdat.uk/6sleym #TheDrownedAtlas #CliFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 24/09/2026

Would you shut down the only thing keeping you warm if you couldnt read its reasons? Or risk the cold to understand first? A keeper. A winter. A choice that costs. rwroy.uk/g1u70e #RobotWranglerRoy #SciFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 24/09/2026

A machine wiped of all but one wish still points her light toward home. Officials call it a wound best closed. He sees a promise kept past reason, and sets out the long way to honor it. rwroy.uk/cmeo43 #RobotWranglerRoy #SciFi #FoundFamily #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 24/09/2026

A lone sailor charts drowned coasts with maps of lost roads and a letter folded seven years. Lamps light across granite islands. A name left like a stone on a cairn. The trail is warm at last. tdat.uk/6sleym #TheDrownedAtlas #Fantasy #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 23/09/2026

Two wakes turn the same way down one coast. After years of near-misses across a drowned world, she holds course for the one harbour where every region gathers. Not a chase. A meeting timed to the tide itself. tdat.uk/pee47w #TheDrownedAtlas #SFF #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 23/09/2026

The whole reunited world in one anchorage, and a spring storm climbing the Severn to meet it. tdat.uk/wmdoxt #TheDrownedAtlas #Solarpunk #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 23/09/2026

Everyone had a place at the wedding except the butler who made it all happen. When the robots drifted from duty toward joy, the easy fix was a wipe. But a true wrangler knows: you listen before you erase. rwroy.uk/0ad6kz #RobotWranglerRoy #CozySciFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 23/09/2026

The loneliest light on the frontier, still turning for ships that stopped coming years ago. Robot Wrangler Roy and The Lamplighter. rwroy.uk/f0i99y #RobotWranglerRoy #CozySciFi #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 23/09/2026

Seven years of cold wakes across drowned coasts. Now both bows turn the same way toward one harbour and one spring tide. Not a chase. A gathering. Two wakes closing at last. Will they finally meet? tdat.uk/pee47w #TheDrownedAtlas #Fantasy #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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August Mae @augustmae.co.uk · 22/09/2026

What makes a whole fleet of machines stop at once, polite and perfect, arms half-raised in the gold light? Not broken. Decided. A wrangler must listen to the quiet before the wipe erases everything. rwroy.uk/nuckfr #RobotWranglerRoy #SciFi #Robots #IndieAuthor #BookSky

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