The Serpent's Kiss

She touched a forbidden pool. It offered her a choice—one no vessel had been given in three centuries.

Lyra Vass is a scavenger from the Dredge Quarter, invisible and expendable. When she stumbles into the Temple of Old Scales seeking a rare herb, she touches a pool of black water that breathes—and a shattered god's essence floods her veins. Scales bloom beneath her skin. A hunger wakes in her marrow. And a voice, layered and sibilant, whispers from the darkness: You have been chosen to wear the skin of the Serpent God.

Kaelith has waited three hundred years for a vessel to rise. Once the Serpent's high priest, now bound to the temple as penance for his betrayal, he is her guide, her teacher, her temptation. But his devotion borders on obsession, and the line between love and possession begins to blur. As the Empire's inquisitors close in, Lyra must complete the Kiss—the final ritual that will bind her to the Serpent forever—or be unmade entirely.

But the Serpent does not compel. The Serpent only invites. And Lyra has never been good at doing what she's told.

The Serpent's Kiss is a dark romantic fantasy where desire and destruction share the same heartbeat. Perfect for readers of Feathers so Vicious and Court of the Vampire Queen, this femgore-infused epic weaves body horror, morally grey romance, and the reclamation of monstrous power into a tale that will leave you breathless.

The Serpent's Kiss. The first bite. The last breath. The invitation that changes everything.