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<p>You'd think a honeymoon would be simple. Sun. Sand. Zero corpses.</p><p>But no. I, Corvus Q. Featherbottom-raven, psychopomp, voice of reason-have been dragged to Jamaica so Death can prove to his new bride that he's capable of something other than endings.</p><p>The bride in question is Hel, half-dead goddess of the frozen realms and skeptic of joy.</p><p>Mortals, as it turns out, cannot be trusted to stay alive unsupervised.</p><p>Death wants three peaceful days. Hel is learning that warmth isn't always an enemy. And I'm running soul triage beside the towel hut with a plate of stolen fries and the growing suspicion that I care more than I'll ever admit.</p><p>A chaotic, heartfelt romantic fantasy told by a bird who deserves a raise.</p>