In Saharune, grief is not private. It is harvested, measured, and taxed. The empire runs on moonfire —lamps distilled from sorrow — and the rich are allowed to mourn cleanly while the poor sell pieces of their grief just to bury their dead.
The Keener's Price — Ama is the finest grief-extractor in her district. Tonight she must keen for a family that feels nothing — except for the one son hiding the only honest tears in the house.
The Lampwright's Last Pour — Yassin Qel makes moonfire for people the empire won't bury. The auditor sent to shut him down is the woman he loved twenty years ago.
The Ash-Marshal's Wife — Saira Ankesh has one night left. Her husband serves the empire. The empire just cut her funeral allocation. On the depot steps, she meets a girl named Nisara who is about to steal the wrong lamp.
Three funerals. Three prices. The empire before its lamps went dark.
For readers of adult dark fantasy who want their grief to mean something — and their romance to survive it.
