Spring's Descent : A Sinful Seasons Novel

by C.L. Briar

Not even close. Dandelions were strong. They'd developed the ability to survive and grow just about anywhere. Rocky terrain or the lush fields, frost or heat, they always managed to persevere. Other witches my age liked roses or lilies, both of which were fine, but they didn’t have the resilience that dandelions did.

“Your true name is Persephone, The Destroyer. You’re not a meek, naive maiden as your mother’s chosen name suggests, nor were you ever meant to be. Your destiny is written by the fates, woven together with the Lord of The Underworld’s to establish a lasting balance between life and death.”

I’d found my salvation there in the darkness.