This debut novel has an intriguing premise - the gods of the seasons & a disaster that leaves the world shrouded in autumn. There were parts that had me riveted, but the second third of the book really dragged for me. The MC Tirne seemed to develop an almost repetitive whining tone, and without spoiling too much, I can understand. The ending did not satisfy me either, though the narrative did pick up again the last third of the book. So-so read.