Promises and Pomegranates (Monsters & Muses, #1)

by Sav R. Miller

She’d say humans are made up of energy, and that energy has a certain magnetism to it that attracts both what we fear and what we desire, and it was up to us to reflect the kind of life we wanted to the universe so it would be able to deliver.

How I’d drag her to the depths of hell but convince her she’d gone to heaven, using my tongue to write wordless poetry on her sensitive, swollen flesh.

If Elena is even half as divine as the fruit in the Garden of Eden, I absolutely understand Eve’s surrender.

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

“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.”

When presented with the bones of a monster, the general public will believe the story they’re told without digging any further.

I realized monsters aren’t capable of returning love. And the longer you spend chasing it from someone who cannot ever give it back, the more of a monster you become in turn.”