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Language: English
Published by Independently Published, 2026
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- Title
- Death Takes the Slopes
- Author
- Kat Summers
- Publisher
- Independently Published
- Publication year
- 2026
- Condition
- New
- Binding
- PAP
- Language
- English
- ISBN 13
- 9798247355731
- Item weight
- 109 grams
- Series
- Book 4 of 4: The Death Takes Novellas
You'd think a ski trip would be simple. Fresh powder. 80s neon. Zero frost-bitten influencers.
But no. I, Corvus Q. Featherbottom—raven, psychopomp, and the only one who understands that camouflage is just a lack of confidence—have been dragged to the Silver Peak Resort so Death can prove he has "mastered the pizza technique."
The "pizza" in question involves a nuclear-magenta ski suit, fifteen unnecessary zippers, and a very confused concierge.
Jack Frost, as it turns out, is currently "optimizing" the mountain into a Deep Freeze that's less about winter and more about burying the local influencer summit in a permanent ice age.
Death wants a "Radical" aesthetic. Hel is learning that a Viking snow-golem belongs in a garden, not a lobby. And I'm stealing radioactive ghost peppers from a pretentious ptarmigan while wondering why the "Epic Thaw" requires industrial-grade cheese sauce.
If this is a vacation, I'm filing for a sabbatical in a volcano.
A chaotic, chili-infused supernatural comedy told by a bird who's definitely too good for this.
But no. I, Corvus Q. Featherbottom—raven, psychopomp, and the only one who understands that camouflage is just a lack of confidence—have been dragged to the Silver Peak Resort so Death can prove he has "mastered the pizza technique."
The "pizza" in question involves a nuclear-magenta ski suit, fifteen unnecessary zippers, and a very confused concierge.
Jack Frost, as it turns out, is currently "optimizing" the mountain into a Deep Freeze that's less about winter and more about burying the local influencer summit in a permanent ice age.
Death wants a "Radical" aesthetic. Hel is learning that a Viking snow-golem belongs in a garden, not a lobby. And I'm stealing radioactive ghost peppers from a pretentious ptarmigan while wondering why the "Epic Thaw" requires industrial-grade cheese sauce.
If this is a vacation, I'm filing for a sabbatical in a volcano.
A chaotic, chili-infused supernatural comedy told by a bird who's definitely too good for this.
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