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Reed Stirling
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SHADES OF PERSEPHONE is out there and available to all who share an interest in Greek mythology. Quest is the constant in this novel; discovery the hoped for conclusion.
“I struggle most when Hydra headed truth arouses itself and insists on being beautiful."
Steve Spire in Shades Of Persephone
"I turned towards the Pan Pub & Bacchus Bar, where oblivion was an item on the drinks list."
Steven Spire”
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Steve Spire in Shades Of Persephone
"I turned towards the Pan Pub & Bacchus Bar, where oblivion was an item on the drinks list."
Steven Spire”
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“I struggle most when Hydra headed truth arouses itself and insists on being beautiful."
Steve Spire in Shades Of Persephone
"I turned towards the Pan Pub & Bacchus Bar, where oblivion was an item on the drinks list."
Steven Spire
"Over Akrotiri, wisps of her image now streak the evening sky like lines of haiku."
Steven Spire
"I watch her now: how she takes the cup to her lips, how she swallows, how her eyebrows move as she reacts to sensation. I watch the fly that will not leave her alone, like Krikri metamorphosed. Always there is something beyond our control as a commentary on our limitations, something not anticipated in the perfect design of a scene, something not included on the menu, a doubt with dark, diaphanous wings."
Steven Spire”
―
Steve Spire in Shades Of Persephone
"I turned towards the Pan Pub & Bacchus Bar, where oblivion was an item on the drinks list."
Steven Spire
"Over Akrotiri, wisps of her image now streak the evening sky like lines of haiku."
Steven Spire
"I watch her now: how she takes the cup to her lips, how she swallows, how her eyebrows move as she reacts to sensation. I watch the fly that will not leave her alone, like Krikri metamorphosed. Always there is something beyond our control as a commentary on our limitations, something not anticipated in the perfect design of a scene, something not included on the menu, a doubt with dark, diaphanous wings."
Steven Spire”
―
“I struggle most when Hydra headed truth arouses itself and insists on being beautiful."
Steve Spire in Shades Of Persephone”
―
Steve Spire in Shades Of Persephone”
―
“I struggle most when Hydra headed truth arouses itself and insists on being beautiful."
Steve Spire in Shades Of Persephone”
―
Steve Spire in Shades Of Persephone”
―
“I struggle most when Hydra headed truth arouses itself and insists on being beautiful."
Steve Spire in Shades Of Persephone
"I turned towards the Pan Pub & Bacchus Bar, where oblivion was an item on the drinks list."
Steven Spire”
―
Steve Spire in Shades Of Persephone
"I turned towards the Pan Pub & Bacchus Bar, where oblivion was an item on the drinks list."
Steven Spire”
―
“I struggle most when Hydra headed truth arouses itself and insists on being beautiful."
Steve Spire in Shades Of Persephone
"I turned towards the Pan Pub & Bacchus Bar, where oblivion was an item on the drinks list."
Steven Spire
"Over Akrotiri, wisps of her image now streak the evening sky like lines of haiku."
Steven Spire
"I watch her now: how she takes the cup to her lips, how she swallows, how her eyebrows move as she reacts to sensation. I watch the fly that will not leave her alone, like Krikri metamorphosed. Always there is something beyond our control as a commentary on our limitations, something not anticipated in the perfect design of a scene, something not included on the menu, a doubt with dark, diaphanous wings."
Steven Spire”
―
Steve Spire in Shades Of Persephone
"I turned towards the Pan Pub & Bacchus Bar, where oblivion was an item on the drinks list."
Steven Spire
"Over Akrotiri, wisps of her image now streak the evening sky like lines of haiku."
Steven Spire
"I watch her now: how she takes the cup to her lips, how she swallows, how her eyebrows move as she reacts to sensation. I watch the fly that will not leave her alone, like Krikri metamorphosed. Always there is something beyond our control as a commentary on our limitations, something not anticipated in the perfect design of a scene, something not included on the menu, a doubt with dark, diaphanous wings."
Steven Spire”
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