The light at the end of the tunnel is actually a train. Love is just a chemical reaction in the brain, as easily explained as the high gotten from "accidentally" sniffing Sharpies. God doesn't exist, destiny is a word for people too stupid to take responsibility for their decisions, and friendship is an investment-to be dropped as soon as the stock starts to plummet. There are few truths of which Tyra Clifton is certain, and her dogma is bitter and steadfast. She has no friends, bounces from foster home to orphanage and back again, and her only light at the end of the tunnel is the thought of graduating high school and reaching independence. But Tyra is about to be reeducated in faith. Santa Clause is still just a Coca Cola marketing ploy, but she will be chosen by a goddess to set the fate of a world back in motion, end a centuries-long war, and perhaps discover a place she actually belongs. The catch: her fate will be sealed with a kiss. Should she give into temptation and kiss someone on the lips-true love or drunken fumble-she will be trapped forever, never to return to Earth and resume her normal life. And temptation could be hard to resist. General Zacharius, the man who finds her, the man who vows to save her and help her finish her quest may be her undoing. Or perhaps the belonging she has always desired.