She bargained with death. She didn't expect death to fall in love with her.
Sorrel is a heretic healer, dying of her own gift: eleven years of stolen deaths hoarded in a body that was never built to hold them. With one season left, she performs a forbidden rite and summons the god of endings himself to strike a bargain: her soul, at the winter solstice, in exchange for the time to make her young sister safe.
But her touch does what no mortal's ever has. It pours her hoarded deaths into him, and the cold god who has felt nothing for an age begins, catastrophically, to feel. Every time they touch, she heals and he unravels: his immortality bleeding out at her hands, the gate of the dead jammed open, a whole world slowly forgetting how to die.
Loving her will cost him his godhood. Loving him will cost her everything she bargained to keep. And the kind, patient thing that deals in debts is already at the door - smiling, unhurried, ready to collect them both.
To save him, Sorrel will have to do the one thing her pride has never allowed her to do: stop carrying it alone.
A slow-burn, spice-laced dark romantasy about death, devotion, and the terrible mercy of being loved.