He was made to hold the heavens still. He was never meant to want anything at all, least of all a mortal sorcerer who was never his to keep. Kealis Thorne is the rarest thing his world produces once every thousand years, a vessel of magic old enough to remember the gods' first architecture. Summoned again and again by Virun, Lord of the Unmoving Sky, he falls first, hard, and hopeless. Virun calls him adequate. Virun calls him a tool. And every time Virun's careful control slips, a star falls, a season stalls, a comet blazes toward earth, the whole of heaven starts to notice that its most unmovable god is coming undone over someone he refuses to admit he wants. Loving Virun could cost Kealis everything. Refusing to stop loving him already has. Between a jealous, grieving rival god who won't stop circling, a family of gods who each carry their own war with their father's coldness, and a heaven-wide imbalance that's only getting worse, Kealis has to decide whether the love of a god too proud to say his name out loud is worth what it's already taking from him, and whether Virun, for all his four thousand years of iron control, can learn to bend before he loses the only thing that ever made him feel anything at all.