Dess is dead, until she isn’t. Kris is a coyote, until they aren’t.

The Holiday-Dreemurr kids are back together again, except the easy days of their childhoods are long gone and maybe never existed. Kris is left to figure out where they stand in this new world, where their only solid ground is this: that Dess has seen them for who they really are inside, something that snarls as it creeps along the streets, killing cats and attacking children. They’re Kris-the-coyote but they’re Kris-that-Dess-sees and Kris-that-Dess-misses and Kris-that-Asriel-wants and thousands upon thousands of people, and they can try hard as they want but the fact of the matter is, they’re the one who’s tricked everyone. Because Kris is wrong down to the very core: a coyote in the body of a human who wants, more than anything else, to be a monster.

But for some reason they’re still here. So that has to count for something, right?

(or: a story about trauma, how people who love each other can hurt each other, and how to heal, despite that.)

SHES HERE. MY BELOVED. thats right coming to you live a novel-length fic about dess coming back from her presumed death, reckoning with the fact that she’s directly responsible with a lot of the issues kris is currently dealing with, and being a coyote that doesn’t look like a coyote. 

this is a heavy one–but these kids are going to get their happy ending.