Prologue




"PERSEPHONE. Daughter of DEMETER, the harvest goddess. Kidnapped and forced to—"
   Wrong! In every book of myths, the same; in every book, wrong!
   Oh, I know it all got complicated because of the choices I made. I'm not trying to pretend I'm blameless.
   Still, after thousands of years, I wish people knew what really happened when I walked in my mother's flowering vale and the black horses landed, crushing flowers and filling the air with heady perfume.
   Just once I'd like to set the record straight.