Persephone

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.

Families think they know what’s best for you. Your friends let you figure that out for yourself.

Reality has teeth and claws. It's rarely pretty and never fair. Haven't you figured that out yet?

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?

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.

At my disbelieving look he sighed again. I thought about offering him an inhaler, but he continued.

Look I'm not the God of Poetry or Good Descriptions, okay? - Hades

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.

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

I've been around since the beginning of time, and I’ve never been afraid until I met you.

I could feel someone watching me. Eyes boring a hole in the back of my neck, crawling over my skin.

Stars are tragic. Most of the stars are nothing but reminders of love gone horribly wrong, or men challenging the gods.

The past, present, and future; the young, middle-aged, and old; and the maiden, mother, and crone in one. Good times. I

Hades kissed me, hands cupping my face. It was a soft kiss, but not a quick one. With regret I broke the kiss. “Unfortunately,