Quotes from Persephone

Kaitlin Bevis ·  194 pages

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“Charm me into giving you the red M&Ms. They’re my favorite.'
I looked Hades in the eyes. 'Give me the red M&Ms.'
'Still not good enough.'
'Give me the damn M&Ms,"'I snapped.
He snickered. 'That wasn’t very charming.”
― Kaitlin Bevis, quote from Persephone


“Families think they know what’s best for you. Your friends let you figure that out for yourself.”
― Kaitlin Bevis, quote from Persephone


“Reality has teeth and claws. It's rarely pretty and never fair. Haven't you figured that out yet?”
― Kaitlin Bevis, quote from Persephone


“There’s something you need to know, little goddess,” he whispered, turning his face so his breath tickled my ear. It felt really good. He smiled, and my heart froze. It wasn’t a nice smile. “I am much stronger than you. You cannot use your little tricks on me. I am immune, you stupid child. I’ll forgive this one transgression, but if you ever try to manipulate my affections again, I will not be so accommodating. Do you understand?”
― Kaitlin Bevis, quote from Persephone


“In practice, I always get you to give me the red M&M’s.”
“That was a device to let you know when you were using enough charm to affect a human,” he snapped. “I got it from a human parenting manual. I didn’t think you were stupid enough to believe you could use your charm against me.”
My eyes flashed. I remembered mother telling me the only way she’d found to potty train me was giving me M&M’s. I was not flattered by the comparison.”
― Kaitlin Bevis, quote from Persephone



“At my disbelieving look he sighed again. I thought about offering him an inhaler, but he continued.”
― Kaitlin Bevis, quote from Persephone


“Look I'm not the God of Poetry or Good Descriptions, okay? - Hades”
― Kaitlin Bevis, quote from Persephone


“I wanted a guy like Orpheus. Orpheus has gone through Tartarus to rescue his wife—that was love. Hades probably didn't even know the meaning of the word love.”
― Kaitlin Bevis, quote from Persephone


“Just get him started on what he thinks is best for souls. He's all about making everyone feel right at home. Oh gods! He reads these stupid psychology books and just spouts off random psycho-babble. It's awful! - Cassandra”
― Kaitlin Bevis, quote from Persephone


“I've been around since the beginning of time, and I’ve never been afraid until I met you.”
― Kaitlin Bevis, quote from Persephone



“I could feel someone watching me. Eyes boring a hole in the back of my neck, crawling over my skin.”
― Kaitlin Bevis, quote from Persephone


“Stars are tragic. Most of the stars are nothing but reminders of love gone horribly wrong, or men challenging the gods.”
― Kaitlin Bevis, quote from Persephone


“The past, present, and future; the young, middle-aged, and old; and the maiden, mother, and crone in one. Good times. I”
― Kaitlin Bevis, quote from Persephone


“Hades kissed me, hands cupping my face. It was a soft kiss, but not a quick one. With regret I broke the kiss. “Unfortunately,”
― Kaitlin Bevis, quote from Persephone


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Kaitlin Bevis
Born place: in Kingston, The United States
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