Living is a slow-motion catastrophe with decent lighting. Such is the tale of Deia Nira. She lives a life of brutal absurdity, fish jokes, and an unrelenting hell, choosing to become even funnier because of it. From school work and watering cacti to dead bodies and million-dollar schemes, her life takes a drastic turn after a series of ridiculous, unfortunate events. Acquiring a ring so beautiful it must have been enchanted, nothing remains the same. From misdemeanors to international felonies, only desolation follows in her wake. And yet, she still fights. Spitting in the face of adversity that scoffs at her every turn, she leaves behind the shy vessel she once was and becomes a force of sheer annihilation. Deia refuses to submit. Herring is a dark urban fantasy soaked in rain and bad decisions—a psychological thriller about the corrupting nature of power and the quiet violence of becoming who you were always meant to be. It's funny. It's brutal. It's horny. It's scary. It's sad. It asks the only question that matters: what are you willing to become to survive? The answer, it turns out, is whatever the ring wants. And the ring wants it all. The beginning is slow. That's intentional. To build a good house, the foundation must be strong. I ask you to persevere, because I can promise you this—this book is brutal, unrelenting, funny, and fucking good. This isn't generic slop. If that's what you want, go elsewhere. But if you're willing to put yourself through a rollercoaster of pain, blood, romance, extremely steamy moments, high-octane action—and I mean High-Octane action— misery, suffering, and the joy birthed from it irrespective of the circumstances, then this is a book you won't regret reading. To those choosing to stay, Welcome to her story. God help you.