She could feel his breath on her neck, the soft scrape of his beard against her cheek as he whispered words against her skin. She caressed petals and leaves as she passed until she came to the edge of the plot where a wild field of yellowing grass danced, encouraged by a whispered breezed. Despite how focused she appeared, she was aware of their curious stares, they felt like spiders skittering across her skin. I have been really enjoying listening to books, it’s easy to make notes and the emotion and extra layer of performance you get is so wonderful.

Out of fear, she had kept Persephone locked in a glass prison most of her life, barring her from worship, and inevitably, from her powers. Hades tilted his head to the side, and he moved closer, hips leaning into hips, leaving no space between them. She wondered if there was some truth to that considering Hades had a similar change in perspective after she’d written about his ineffective bargains with mortals.

She liked it that way because she liked taking it down, liked running her fingers through it, liked seizing it when he was inside her.

There was also the slight chance that her magic would respond if challenged, and she wasn’t willing to risk exposing herself, which also ruled out teleportation. I can understand the insecurity she continues to feel, she was locked up by her mother for so long, and was taught to believe that she had to work hard for love and affection, and if she did something wrong it would be taken away. She rang for tea and wandered into the library, hoping that reading would take her mind off her conversation with Yuri.

All she had to do was close the gap between them and they would ignite—fall so deep in their passion, nothing would exist beyond their skin. She did her best to ignore Apollo’s incessant falsetto and was soon distracted by a series of messages from Lexa.

This is the 30th book, but considering Alex has survived "Kill Alex Cross" before, chances are he survives this one. Later, she would learn the dead in the river were ancient corpses who had come to the Underworld without coin to pay Charon’s toll. She had replaced Valerie, who had moved up a few floors to work for Oak and Eagle Creative, Zeus’s marketing company. He managed to prevent them both from landing on the floor, and once they were steady, he guided her to her feet.They were housed in the thin, handsome face of a man with a mop of unruly hair, sharp cheekbones, and full lips.