In fifteen days, on his twentieth birthday, Prince Ronan Aldrea will die at the hands of a god. His path was set long before his birth by hands worlds away from his, unbiased and unyielding in their actions, and had been written into prophecy by seers of ages past. The hands of Fate had called for his death, but Ronan did not plan to sit idly by and let them claim him. The prophecy did not rest on Ronan's shoulders alone; it worked through a member of the Pantheon of Seven, the god Aevar, the one meant to kill him. With Aevar's arrival in the mortal realm comes a fierce reminder that his days are numbered, and with each pawn Fate puts into play, Ronan becomes more determined to defy it. In all of history, be it mortal or godly, Fate has reigned superior. It has never lost, never faltered, least of all fallen before a frightened mortal prince. But Ronan Aldrea intends to change those odds-no matter the cost.

One change can uproot life in an instant. Jeffie has never had much reason to worry. Save for maybe Bobby, who's goal in life seems to be torment him and Carmen. But for the most part, he has it pretty good. His family works hard. He has almost all the time in the world to think up his next conspiracy theory. Plus, who doesn't want to be the Best Big Brother to ever walk the earth? Okay so maybe that part isn't true but hey, he gets fresh baked Spaculaas so that's got to count for something right? It isn't until a forest fire burns down everything he once knew, that Jeffie realizes there's a whole world of problems to worry about. Between moving halfway across the world, helping his grieving family recover, and an internal struggle that he has spent half his life ignoring, Jeffie has enough on his plate. But when he meets two new unlikely friends, he has to decide: make the rebuilding of his family's life his responsibility or relearn how to live his own. Told in three unique povs, this is a story of recovery, acceptance, and finding a way back to yourself when everything else feels lost.