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376 pages, Paperback
Published July 21, 2021



"He held back a sob. Don’t cry. Don’t you dare cry.
He thought of Persephone in the room behind him, sleeping soundlessly, untroubled by anything."
My gosh. How'd this poor boy turn into such a sweetheart
"One night, after he’d finished decorating the halls with the remains of his enemies, he slouched back to the palace and lay against the throne. It still felt wrong to sit in it, the surface sharp and cold and glassy. No glamour he’d cast could dispel it.
“I am a monster,” he whispered to the dark.
And he knew, if he could say it, then it must be true."
Noooo Luliver🥺💕
"Guys that look like you and are that smooth do not walk about in rainstorms dressed like that professing love for children’s literature—”
Hades’ smoothed down the tight grey shirt and wondered what was wrong with it. He’d seen other young mortal men wear similar things. He touched his hair, wondering if he’d forgotten to take off his crown. “What’s wrong with the ensemble?”
“It’s… you’re…” Persephone blushed a shade of deep magenta. “Libby really didn’t send you? You genuinely love children’s literature?”
It must be exhausting to be mortal, and never sure whether or not someone was lying to you. “I do,” he said.
Persephone breathed, long and slow. “OK, all right. I’ll bite.”
"Please do, he said, and quickly squashed the thought down."
Love Luliver's thoughts😂😂😂😂
"So, what's her name?"
"Diana.”
“Diana? Cool. After the Roman version of Artemis?” Libby tries not to look too pleased that she’s remembered this.
“No,” says Artemis shortly. “After Wonder Woman.”
Libby stares at her, disbelieving, before remembering that faeries can’t lie. She bursts out laughing. “You’re serious?”
“We can’t be anything but,” she says, although her smile is wry.
Artemis is smiling.
“You, goddess of the hunt, named your daughter after a superhero?”
“I am not a goddess,” says Artemis sagely. “And yes.”
Is it weird that I immediately knew Artemis's daughter was named after Wonder Woman?
"I brush his hair from his face and kiss his brow, squeezing out whatever troubles might be lurking behind it. I'm too afraid of whispering and waking him, so I just think what I want him to hear instead.
You’re safe, Luliver. I have you. Everything’s all right now.
I drift off to sleep, curled around him. For a little while, my dreams are untroubled. No images disturb me. All is quiet.
In the middle of the night he bolts upright, scrambling out of the bed, his eyes wild.
“It’s all right, Luliver,” I whisper in the dark. “You’re safe."
I reach for him, but he moves away from me and dives into the bathroom, retching into the toilet. I bring the lights up, just a fraction, and follow him in, making up a glass of water and sitting beside him to stroke his back as he convulses. I murmur words, but I don’t think he hears me. His face is beaded with sweat, his skin clammy, and I'm trying to work out if it's just fear and stress or if there's something wrong with him.
I coil my fingers into his damp hair. “Are you all right?”
He shakes beneath me. “I’m vomiting into a toilet.”
“I mean… should I fetch Emetria?”
“No,” he says quietly. “I don’t want anyone but you.”
He vomits once more into the bowl, and I stroke his back until the trembling subsides. A few minutes tick by in silence.
“Do you think you’re done?”
“I’m not… I’m not sure.”
I hand him the glass of water. He drinks thirstily, swilling out his mouth, and I tug him away from the floor and into my lap. “We’ll stay here until you’re sure,” I say."
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"There's a stark look of panic in his expression.
“I’ve never met anyone’s dad before. I mean, I’ve technically already met him but… mainly when I glamoured him. Oh, sweet spirits, does he hate me already?”
“He’ll love you.”
“Yes, fathers are known for loving the men that kidnap their daughters and take them to the Underworld, said no one ever.”
“He knows it’s not like that.”
“Does he, Sephy? Does he really?”
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"Something brushes against our legs. Used to the presence of Diana during our meetings by now, I ignore it. Hades flinches, peering under the table. He frowns at the room.
“There appears to be a small child under the table,” he says. “Would anyone like to lay claim to it or shall I assume that it is, in fact, a very attractive goblin?”
Artemis scowls at him. “She’s mine. Diana."
“You have a child?”
“Clearly.”
“And what unfortunate soul did you ensnare into breeding with you?”
“Bite me.”
“I’d rather not. I don’t know where you’ve been.”
Artemis hurls an apple in his direction, but he catches it deftly in his elegant fingers and slides under the table. At first, I think he's just shielding himself from another attack, but he doesn't come back up.
"Hades? Are you all right down there?”
“Quite fine.” He leans against my legs. “Lovely view…”
Dad coughs uncomfortably, and I bite my lip, squishing Hades’ head between my legs and trying not to blush or laugh. Artemis groans, but she says nothing. Neither does she check on what Hades could be doing under the table with her daughter. She trusts him in some ways, at least."
I love Hades so much😂
"At the top of the dais sit two thrones, carved of wood and branch, so close together that the armrests join. They look moulded from the one piece, almost identical save the engravings. One is etched with blooms and buds, the other bones and feathers.
“Oh,” says Hades, smirking, “I wonder which one’s mine?”
When we take our seats, my flowers bloom, and the feathers of his shine ink-black."
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"Oh God, Peony. She’s dead. She’s really dead. I try to think of the last time we spoke, what I said to her, but we’ve uttered precious few words since returning from Tartarus.
Except when she asked me if I ever thought Zera was right. When she asked me what I thought of humanity, as if…
As if she wasn’t human.
Not me, not me.
I flashback to finding Peony in the cell, the blood splashed over her tabard, and wonder if that was her, either.
What did we bring back?"
Oh my gosh. I was not expecting that. So is this the betrayal? Still Peony but not?
"A woman bent over an empty cradle, weeping, rage waving off her. Kronos stands over her, his shadow dark and menacing.
“You killed our baby,” she seethes.
“I will kill them all,” he says. “Every child you ever beget, I shall consume, until the Oracle gives me another prophecy.”
She looks up at him. Rhea, black eyes burning."
I figured it was Rhea since her body was beside Peony😔
"They beat him and break him and ply him with drugs. They ask him to open the way. He refuses. He keeps refusing, no matter what they do, no matter what they hurt, or how long they deny him food or water, or how close he’s brought to the brink of nothing."
“I won’t break,” he spits, his eyes bloodied pits. “I won’t open the gate for you, not ever. Not while she’s safe.”
I scream his name when he speaks, wishing to rip through time and save him before. To stop him enduring this for me.
Rhea binds his wounds. “Who is she?” she asks. “This girl you’d do anything to protect?”
He tells her everything, and then, only then, this boy who swore he wouldn’t break does, and his sobs go on for hours.
The only thing he screams is my name."
Gosh WHY am I crying. Don't DO me like THAT.
"Hmmph,” Dad pouts. “I don’t get called sweet when you rescue me from spiders. I just get condescending remarks about, ‘who is the parent here?’ and once, ‘grow a vagina, Dad.’”
I grin. “He’s cuter than you are.”
“I get that,” he sighs. “I resent it, but I get it.”
I wander across the room, put my arms around his neck, and kiss his cheek. “You’re cute too, Daddy.”
“Aww, it’s been ages since I got a ‘daddy’.”
“Yeah, it’ll be a while before you get another one.”
“As long as I don’t get ‘granddad’ any time soon…”
My cheeks flush. Hades’ do too. He becomes suddenly very interested in the floor. “Dad!”
OH MY GOSH. That's my father.
“No, no, I’m serious, because we’ve got a lot more weapons in our arsenal now… worked on Buffy.”
“I think we should look at a few options other than tank,” Dad suggests.
“You’re just jealous because you don’t have one.”
“I could get you a tank,” says Hades. “Just putting it out there.”
“Hmm,” says my dad thoughtfully.
“What’s that?”
“Nothing. Go enjoy your sparring, children. Take care.”
“Umm, I’m actually thirty-two,” says Hades, “just… putting that out there. But that’s still age-appropriate to be dating your daughter. For a faerie. I get that it’s weirder when—”
“Hades?” I start.
"Yes, love?”
“Stop talking.”
“Yes, right. Good idea.” He links his arm into mine, and Libby guides us into the armoury."
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"That can’t be true. You’ve known me since I was in pink dungarees.”
“Badassery has many forms, darling.”
Libby declares the sport over, and starts collecting the weapons, dumping several of them in Hades’ arms as I release him. “Don’t forget the narwhal tusk,” she says.
Hades snorts. “Yeah, sure.”
“Why are you laughing?”
He stares at her intently, an eyebrow raised, as if he’s trying to work out if she’s messing with him. “Narwhals don’t exist.”
Libby stares back. “Yeah, they do.”
“Very funny. Don’t try to lie to me. I’m not fooled.”
I blink at him. “You genuinely don’t think narwhals exist?”
“They don’t.” His gaze wanders between the two of us. “Do they?”
We nod in unison.
“But… but… they have ‘nah’ in the name! Like… literal, ‘nah-whale’!”
“Were you dropped on the head as a baby?” Libby quips.
“I was held?”
I let out an awkward gasp and Libby stifles a giggle. “Luliver!”
“What?”
“That’s not funny!”
“Libby’s laughing.”
“This is awkward sympathy laughter,” she explains. “Dude, that’s rough.”
He shrugs, as if it means nothing."
I can't😂 Luliver is just too perfect
"Hades grins. “I like this girl.”
“Good,” I tell him. “You need more friends. We should invite Apollo.”
“Ugh, no, I hate him.”
“Why?”
“He’s always coming up to me and making silly jokes and—”
“Being friendly?”
"Is he being friendly? I always assumed he was trying to gain information and/or murder me.”
I blink at him incredulously. “We need to get you some more friends. Libby, round up Apollo.”
"She drifts off, leaving us both stunned. Hades is still crying into my neck.
“It’s all right,” I tell him, holding him close.
“You don’t know,” he weeps. “You don’t know how terrified I’ve been almost all of your life, knowing that I was going to have to watch you die, certain that I would outlive you. A few decades is nothing to us. You don’t know, you don’t know…” He holds onto me, tighter than before. “Thank you,” he breathes."