She thought these brutal experiences made her ready for anything. But, she wasn’t ready for this. After an eccentric girl opens Helen’s eyes to let her see the realm of winter—a world with intersects tucked carefully into the cracks of our own, where monarchs have risen and fallen, it’s forbidden to mention the name of the dead king of winter, and the currency is gold rings—Helen comes to realize the downtown confrontation was more significant than what the eccentric girl let on.