A collection of short stories I've written over the past few years, the centerpiece being "Solstice" itself:

On the Winter Solstice, the wind whispered. It roared and blew across the world, and reached even the Heavens above. With it, the great cold of winter flooded across that higher plane, and the gods staggered. They felt the golden dust of their divinity drift away from them, and the message of that wind became clear…

This Winter will never end so that the Earth will.