博客來A cursed river steals brides’ names at the altar. To keep her heart, she must marry a stranger who hears the name the water took-and decide whether love is worth becoming someone new.
On the night the river runs silver, every vow in the valley is supposed to sound the same: a promise spoken aloud, a life chosen, a name kept. But the river that curls around the old stones has its own hunger. It listens. It remembers. And sometimes it takes what it wants most.
A bride steps toward the water believing she’s walking into an ordinary kind of destiny, the kind everyone expects from a fairy-tale town that has never admitted it lives inside a curse. Then the current turns strangely warm. The moons hang too close. And the name she has carried her whole life slips out of the world as if it never belonged to her at all.
With her identity stolen in front of witnesses who suddenly can’t say who she is, she is offered one way to remain real: a binding marriage to a stranger marked by the same river-magic, a man who can hear what the water took and who refuses to tell her whether it stole only a word... or something living beneath it. Their bargain is supposed to be simple, clean, and temporary. It becomes none of those things.
Because the closer they get, the more the river fights back. It leaves clues in the ripples. It pulls secrets from their silences. It tests them with the most dangerous question a love story can ask: if a name can be taken, what else can be rewritten-and what, between two hearts, can never be erased.
