• A dark, shadowed bundle of pomegranates with the text Of Lockets and Pomeganates.
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    More than a month had passed since  she had dreamed of Hypnos but every night since, she kept thinking about that kiss. The warmth of his lips and caress of his tongue. The firmness of his body against hers, strong arms wrapped around her. Even thinking about it now, she felt heat building in her core. It was the most intense, ...
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    Persephone   A maelstrom of emotions whirled through her—confusion, anger, longing—as she stalked through the Underworld. Souls scurried away. Lamia, the blind snake-woman, hissed venomously. Thanatos and Erebus snickered, elbowing one another. Even Nyx, Hecate, and Cerberus, who were having tea together in the residential cavern, watched her as she went. Each was surprised to see her; she never left the throne room cavern. She didn’t care what any of them thought. Not ...
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    Drunk. He was so gods-damned drunk and it took a lot for a god to get inebriated. If he wanted, he could will it away. That would not happen. Not tonight. Not after what he’d just done.    Trembling fingers still ached from the heat of her immortal soul. He’d squeezed until he was sure it would burst, but it wouldn’t. Immortality made the soul impervious to mortal wounds. Only the body remained mortal. They popped into their pantheon’s afterlife, stayed ...
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    They stared at the heavy wooden door as it slammed shut. One moment, Hades was there. The next, he was gone. A presence lingered in the air, hitting Persephone’s senses like a lightning bolt.  “Don’t,” Hypnos whispered, voice trembling. Unsteady fingers wrapped around her wrist, begging her to stay put.   “There’s someone out there.”  “I know,” he croaked. ...
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    “No one told me Persephone was so hot,” Warin remarked, as he slid  his sword into the stomach of another demon. Even in the midst of battle, he took nothing seriously. “You’re hopeless,” Helen sighed, used to his mischief. Unbothered, by the pile of dead demons at her feet. “And disgusting. You know the rumors about her.”  “And you’ve heard stories about me.” He ripped his blade out, and wiped ichor on the demon’s ...