Am I an angel?Certainly, the Novices and Sisters of the Nuns of the Clouds don’t think so.Where are my wings? they wonder.Can an angel lie so close to death?What is an angel anyway?How can I persuade them that I’ve simply lost my grace?And how can I live with myself as the Novices suffer so much?

Birthed from a coming together of ice and snow, Eira was never meant to be: she was nothing but an afterthought, unintendedly formed when magicians created a girl from summer flowers to be their king's queen. It was a deadly mistake – for like a cruel winter, Eira feels nothing as she kills anyone preventing her from reaching Queen Blodeuwedd.