“Time had stopped, or so it seemed. Every day was like the one before it, with little of note or consequence. Each night Persephone slept on her white furs and finely sewn blankets, dreaming of him. Each morning she’d rise… — Sasha Summers Copy Share Image
“It hurts, to be parted from him. I ache… ache for him. To see his smile, and hear his laughter. I can scarce breathe… — Sasha Summers Copy Share
“-I know there were wars in my time, but none so wasteful as this. -War is always wasteful.” — Sasha Summers Copy Share
“Recover? She clasped her hands in her lap, staring at them as pain welled up in her chest. Could one recover from a broken… — Sasha Summers Copy Share
“She didn't know how long they stared at each other, but the look on his face made her forget about the book.” — Sasha Summers Copy Share
“Why? You don’t ask after him, or speak of him. You don’t want to see–” “No,” she spoke quickly, scowling at him. “Why would… — Sasha Summers Copy Share
“I have no wish to… torment him with my … affection. But I do… I am, most fond of him.” — Sasha Summers Copy Share
“Now that she knew who he was, what he was to her, she would not lose him. She’d simply thought she loved him before.… — Sasha Summers Copy Share
“-His heart is hard. -She shook her head. -No? Hermes’ brows rose. -Guarded, yes. But not hard.” — Sasha Summers Copy Share
