Promises and Pomegranates (Monsters & Muses, #1)

by Sav R. Miller

Maybe Hades was lonely too, and he brought Persephone to his realm because he knew she’d bring the light with her.

I don’t know how, but every time our lips meet, she tastes fucking divine, like a holy scripture written to absolve me of my sins, something sweet and succulent and entirely too pure for her own good.

“You were spring, and I the edge of a cliff, and a shining waterfall rushed over me,”

“People who wear black all the time are not normal,” my sister would say. “Either they worship Satan or hate themselves. There are too many colors available on this green earth to sit and choose one that lacks any at all.”

Without her, I feel like one half of a soul, existing aimlessly, waiting for the earth to reclaim me the way I have so many others.