Once I was a god. Worshiped. Revered. The huddled masses cast themselves at my feet, heads bowed and eyes wide. Save us, they begged. Spare us, they pleaded. And, fool that I was, I tried. Now I am nothing. Fallen. A bitter memory of an age long passed. A broken old fool too stubborn to die. This is my story. My rise, my fall. The pathetic mess, after. Read it. Don’t. I care little. My words are not for you.

Danger has been following me long before I could ever truly comprehend it. Once I turn 18, that peril will snatch me quickly like a thief in the night. Any thoughts of entering adulthood, responsibilities, and freedom will be quickly erased by reality. I am an endless dark winter that is objectified by the hands of my creators. I am the girl in the red dress with a reputation. I am in the pursuit of finding the warm spring that can finally melt away these frozen feelings. Although, this endless winter is impossible to overcome.

Abigail Archer lived a non-existent life. That is until Death arrived at her door with an interesting proposition... He asks her to live. But what will Abigail do when she realizes her only reason to live is Death itself? And what will Death do when he realizes that in Abigail, he has found life?

In this world, the undead reign with a fierce hand. Kit is a member of an elite group of hunters called the Phoenix Association. Their job: take down those who threaten the few remaining members of the human race. But what happens when Kit herself is infected? What happens when she finds out that the undead aren't what they seem?