White Fire

The night Jenny died lasted only a moment. The debt has lasted years.

Everyone in the bar died that night. Only for a moment.

Jenny Applebaum was a paralegal in her mid-twenties, drinking her way around a decision, when a man in a black raincoat walked in like he owned the place. One lazy gesture, and every voice in the bar stopped working. He had come for something, and he was certain it was there.

What happened next, no coroner will certify and no survivor can put down: a death that lasted a moment; a dawn in a place with no birds, no bearings, and no explanations; a ceremony none of them agreed to attend.

Death, Jenny learns, can be momentary. Survival can be arranged. Both come with terms nobody reads aloud — and years afterward, when a collector arrives for the balance, Jenny must account for the night she died, and for what she may still be carrying because of it.

White Fire is a standalone gateway into the Eve of Light universe — Dark Metaphysical Fantasy in the first person: momentary deaths, light that feeds, and miracles that treat the human body as a rough draft.

For readers who want cosmic horror with a pulse — one woman's voice, reporting back from the far side of a moment.