Cover Art: no_regrets_Exper Giovanni Rubaltelli
Winter beckons Kore to return to the underworld, but she has other plans.
The biting wind tore through her, pushing and pulling, like a living thing. Kore knew Hades himself had sent it from the depths of hell to fetch her.
The sudden drop in temperature was a warning.
If she failed to return, all hell would break loose.
But this time, Kore had a reason to defy the possessive, thieving tyrant.
And what a handsome reason he was, the charming youth who stole her heart without resorting to brute force.
She was meeting him in Nashville, near the Parthenon entrance. The massive replica of her past towered over his slender form. He was pacing between the illuminated columns, anxiously waiting for her.
For the first time in a millennia, she felt true happiness.
And Kore was willing to fight whatever hell unleashed to keep it.
Flakes of snow began to drift between them, dusting the empty parking lot.
Time to run.
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© 2013 Samantha Redstreake Geary
This is awesome. The opening of the story is palpable. Love the name Kore. Good write.
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Thank you Jessica! The name, Kore, means “The maiden” an alternate name for Persephone.
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Sam, I’m only NOW just getting to your Kore series. (Color me chagrined, for realz.) I dig seeing the ancient gods literally chilling in a modern day parking lot. In Nashville. LOL. Love it.
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