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.