<p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>One morning people started burning.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>No warning. No mercy. No way to know if you were next. They called it SHC and when it was done it left a world of ash hunger and the particular silence where other people used to be. Dante moves through the scorched Colorado wilderness on trembling limbs eating what the dead leave behind burning hot enough to disintegrate bone because that's what this world requires now. Her hands have turned that purplish hue. Combustible like everything else. She calls them devil's hands and keeps moving because Rory is out there somewhere and that memory is the only thing that hasn't turned to ash. Rory is still alive too. Still moving. Still carrying the wound of everyone she's lost through a wilderness that keeps taking.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>When two women find each other at the end of the world they already know the cost of wanting something in a world that burns everything it touches. They choose each other anyway. They thought surviving the fire was the hard part. The hard part is deciding what you're surviving for.</span></p><p></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Everything Spontaneous</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> is a sapphic post-apocalyptic survival story for readers who've burned through every entry in the genre and felt like something was missing not the action not the stakes but the only question that actually matters: not how do you stay alive but why.</span></p><p></p><p class=ql-align-justify></p>
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