The goddess of plenty has fed the world for ten thousand years. No one has ever once fed her.
Rue is a heretic baker keeping a dying town alive out of her own ribs—feeding her neighbours by hand while the temple carts their last grain up the hill to a goddess who sends nothing back down. In the third year of the famine, starving and furious and out of sanctioned things to try, she performs a forbidden rite and summons the Mother of the Field herself, to demand to her face where it all goes.
A slow-burn, spice-laced sapphic dark romantasy about famine, devotion, and the terrible mercy of being loved.