To be the Spring Maiden is to die.
Some say she will bring down the Frozen King and end the winter that strangles the world.
Others whisper she must die to awaken the true power in the one she loves.
But prophecy is just another way to dress up a grave.
And every girl taken in the name of the Spring Maiden ends the same way.
When Amara’s sister is caught tending a snow-kissed garden, Amara steps forward.
She claims the garden.
She claims the punishment.
And is claimed in turn—by the King of Shadows.
He is a weapon in the shape of a man, forged for war and worship alike.
And he is determined to carve the Maiden from her—through pain, through pleasure, through something far more dangerous.
Brutal trials. Sensual ruin. A descent into myth, madness, and something older than gods.
He believes she is fate-bound to break.
She intends to break fate itself.
You don’t read this story.
You survive it.
You’ve been warned.
