A Touch of Malice (Hades X Persephone #3)

by Scarlett St. Clair

“I never thought I’d thank the Fates for anything they gave me, but you—you were worth all of it.” “All of what?” “The suffering.”

“Baby steps, sugar tits.”

wanted the same thing in the end—acceptance and love and solace—and they’d found it in each other’s eyes and arms and mouths.

“The news,” she whispered. “There’s been a horrible accident.” He didn’t seem surprised, and Persephone wondered if he’d already sensed the death. “Come,” he said. “We will greet them at the gates.”

“Oh, my dear. I can make you regret that we were ever friends.”

“Grief means we loved fiercely…and if that is all anyone ever has to say about either one of us in the end, I think we lived our best lives.”

His stare lingered on her face before his head fell into the crook of her neck and his body shook against hers. She said nothing as she felt hot tears soak through her skin.

MY HEART 😭

You said you would burn this world for me, and yet it lives, and it thrives, and you exist within it—without me.

“You were my only love—my heart and my soul. My world began and ended with you, my sun, stars, and sky. I will never forget you but I will forgive you.”

“I did not know,” Hades repeated. “I’m sorry. I love you.” He repeated those words until his voice broke.

“Kneel,”

“I should have never allowed you to leave that temple. That prophecy was not about your children. It was about you.”

“Men are so quick to blame the gods: they say that we devise their misery. But they themselves—in their depravity—design grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns.”