About this book
Every winter, Hollowmere sends a girl up the mountain to the dragon. Every winter, the mountain keeps her. For seven years, apothecary Isolde Marrow has swallowed a drop of wyrmsbane each night, the only poison said to kill a dragon, until her blood itself became lethal. So when her little sister's name is drawn for the tithe, Isolde steps forward. Let the beast eat her. Let it choke. But the dragon doesn't eat her. Kaedryn, the Burning King, is chained to the mountain by a binding through his heart, and his touch blisters every living thing except her. Her poison should kill him. Instead, it's the one thing he can't stop craving.