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K.D. Baxley writes fiction that blends the wonder of fantasy with the heart of romance. When not writing, she works in healthcare and enjoys the quiet magic of the Oklahoma outdoors. A firm believer in the power of stories to heal and connect, she spends her time with her family, explores nature, and dreams up new worlds where love always finds a way.
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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. A legend of love that bloomed in ruin.They say death cannot love. That beneath the earth lies only silence, and the god who rules it has no heart left to give. But they forget that even silence listens-and one day, it heard her name.Persephone was no maiden of spring. She was the child of contradictions: born of light, yet drawn to shadow; the daughter of life, yet curious about death. Her laughter unsettled flowers. Her touch coaxed weeds from graves. While mortals prayed for her blessing, she longed for something truer than worship.When she descended into the underworld, it was not through abduction, but desire. The poets would later twist the tale, for they could not bear a woman who chose the dark. But Persephone went willingly-seeking the god who ruled beneath the roots.Hades was not cruel. He was weary. He had ruled eternity too long, watching souls drift like dust, untouched by warmth. He was beauty stripped to bone, peace mistaken for coldness. When she appeared before him, barefoot and smiling, he did not know whether to flee or fall.She offered him a pomegranate seed, red as blood, and whispered, "Let me see what grows where nothing lives." He tasted it, and the world shifted. Flowers of black and crimson burst from the ashen fields. The dead stirred and dreamed again. For the first time in ages, the underworld breathed.Their love was not gentle. It was the meeting of fire and stone, of hunger and restraint. She wanted dominion. He wanted quiet. Between them, kingdoms rose. From her hands bloomed gardens that fed on grief-roses that wept, lilies that bled, vines that drank the tears of kings. The dead began to worship her.Hades warned her. "You court chaos, my queen. The dead remember how to obey, but not why."She smiled, a crescent of defiance. "Then I will give them reason."Her garden became a throne. The spirits of fallen monarchs bent the knee, calling her Queen of Ash. They saw in her not mercy, but the power they once craved. She gave it freely, and the balance of realms began to tilt.Above, the earth sickened. Crops shriveled beneath invisible frost. Mortals starved while the dead rejoiced. Demeter wept for her lost daughter, but Persephone no longer listened-she was busy remaking the world in her image.Hades followed her to the dying fields and found her there, trembling with creation. "The world will burn for you," he said softly. "But I will not."In that moment, she loved him more than any sun, because he did not beg her to change. He only saw her clearly-the dark heart of spring, the patron of life's cruelty.Still, love among gods is never without a price. When she sought to return above, she found that her power had rooted too deep. The underworld would not let her go entirely. So she bargained: half the year among the living, half with the dead. A cycle born not from punishment, but from longing.Each spring she rises, crowned in flowers and ruin. Each fall she descends, carrying the scent of rain and blood. And each time, the world holds its breath, waiting to see which side of her will reign.Some say her heart grows darker with every return-that one day, she will stay below forever, and the earth will wither in mourning. Others claim her love redeems even death itself, that every petal fallen in shadow is a promise reborn in light.But no one remembers what Hades whispered when the last rose bloomed black: "You have remade my kingdom, Persephone. Now remake me."And she did.The underworld still flowers where she walks. The dead still dream of her touch. And in the silence beneath the soil, two gods still rule-not in opposition, but in reflection. Life and death, seed and stone, queen and king-bound by a love that never learned to choose between creation an Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. N° de réf. du vendeur 9798232469290
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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. A legend of love that bloomed in ruin.They say death cannot love. That beneath the earth lies only silence, and the god who rules it has no heart left to give. But they forget that even silence listens-and one day, it heard her name.Persephone was no maiden of spring. She was the child of contradictions: born of light, yet drawn to shadow; the daughter of life, yet curious about death. Her laughter unsettled flowers. Her touch coaxed weeds from graves. While mortals prayed for her blessing, she longed for something truer than worship.When she descended into the underworld, it was not through abduction, but desire. The poets would later twist the tale, for they could not bear a woman who chose the dark. But Persephone went willingly-seeking the god who ruled beneath the roots.Hades was not cruel. He was weary. He had ruled eternity too long, watching souls drift like dust, untouched by warmth. He was beauty stripped to bone, peace mistaken for coldness. When she appeared before him, barefoot and smiling, he did not know whether to flee or fall.She offered him a pomegranate seed, red as blood, and whispered, "Let me see what grows where nothing lives." He tasted it, and the world shifted. Flowers of black and crimson burst from the ashen fields. The dead stirred and dreamed again. For the first time in ages, the underworld breathed.Their love was not gentle. It was the meeting of fire and stone, of hunger and restraint. She wanted dominion. He wanted quiet. Between them, kingdoms rose. From her hands bloomed gardens that fed on grief-roses that wept, lilies that bled, vines that drank the tears of kings. The dead began to worship her.Hades warned her. "You court chaos, my queen. The dead remember how to obey, but not why."She smiled, a crescent of defiance. "Then I will give them reason."Her garden became a throne. The spirits of fallen monarchs bent the knee, calling her Queen of Ash. They saw in her not mercy, but the power they once craved. She gave it freely, and the balance of realms began to tilt.Above, the earth sickened. Crops shriveled beneath invisible frost. Mortals starved while the dead rejoiced. Demeter wept for her lost daughter, but Persephone no longer listened-she was busy remaking the world in her image.Hades followed her to the dying fields and found her there, trembling with creation. "The world will burn for you," he said softly. "But I will not."In that moment, she loved him more than any sun, because he did not beg her to change. He only saw her clearly-the dark heart of spring, the patron of life's cruelty.Still, love among gods is never without a price. When she sought to return above, she found that her power had rooted too deep. The underworld would not let her go entirely. So she bargained: half the year among the living, half with the dead. A cycle born not from punishment, but from longing.Each spring she rises, crowned in flowers and ruin. Each fall she descends, carrying the scent of rain and blood. And each time, the world holds its breath, waiting to see which side of her will reign.Some say her heart grows darker with every return-that one day, she will stay below forever, and the earth will wither in mourning. Others claim her love redeems even death itself, that every petal fallen in shadow is a promise reborn in light.But no one remembers what Hades whispered when the last rose bloomed black: "You have remade my kingdom, Persephone. Now remake me."And she did.The underworld still flowers where she walks. The dead still dream of her touch. And in the silence beneath the soil, two gods still rule-not in opposition, but in reflection. Life and death, seed and stone, queen and king-bound by a love that never learned to choose betwee Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability. N° de réf. du vendeur 9798232469290
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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. A legend of love that bloomed in ruin.They say death cannot love. That beneath the earth lies only silence, and the god who rules it has no heart left to give. But they forget that even silence listens-and one day, it heard her name.Persephone was no maiden of spring. She was the child of contradictions: born of light, yet drawn to shadow; the daughter of life, yet curious about death. Her laughter unsettled flowers. Her touch coaxed weeds from graves. While mortals prayed for her blessing, she longed for something truer than worship.When she descended into the underworld, it was not through abduction, but desire. The poets would later twist the tale, for they could not bear a woman who chose the dark. But Persephone went willingly-seeking the god who ruled beneath the roots.Hades was not cruel. He was weary. He had ruled eternity too long, watching souls drift like dust, untouched by warmth. He was beauty stripped to bone, peace mistaken for coldness. When she appeared before him, barefoot and smiling, he did not know whether to flee or fall.She offered him a pomegranate seed, red as blood, and whispered, "Let me see what grows where nothing lives." He tasted it, and the world shifted. Flowers of black and crimson burst from the ashen fields. The dead stirred and dreamed again. For the first time in ages, the underworld breathed.Their love was not gentle. It was the meeting of fire and stone, of hunger and restraint. She wanted dominion. He wanted quiet. Between them, kingdoms rose. From her hands bloomed gardens that fed on grief-roses that wept, lilies that bled, vines that drank the tears of kings. The dead began to worship her.Hades warned her. "You court chaos, my queen. The dead remember how to obey, but not why."She smiled, a crescent of defiance. "Then I will give them reason."Her garden became a throne. The spirits of fallen monarchs bent the knee, calling her Queen of Ash. They saw in her not mercy, but the power they once craved. She gave it freely, and the balance of realms began to tilt.Above, the earth sickened. Crops shriveled beneath invisible frost. Mortals starved while the dead rejoiced. Demeter wept for her lost daughter, but Persephone no longer listened-she was busy remaking the world in her image.Hades followed her to the dying fields and found her there, trembling with creation. "The world will burn for you," he said softly. "But I will not."In that moment, she loved him more than any sun, because he did not beg her to change. He only saw her clearly-the dark heart of spring, the patron of life's cruelty.Still, love among gods is never without a price. When she sought to return above, she found that her power had rooted too deep. The underworld would not let her go entirely. So she bargained: half the year among the living, half with the dead. A cycle born not from punishment, but from longing.Each spring she rises, crowned in flowers and ruin. Each fall she descends, carrying the scent of rain and blood. And each time, the world holds its breath, waiting to see which side of her will reign.Some say her heart grows darker with every return-that one day, she will stay below forever, and the earth will wither in mourning. Others claim her love redeems even death itself, that every petal fallen in shadow is a promise reborn in light.But no one remembers what Hades whispered when the last rose bloomed black: "You have remade my kingdom, Persephone. Now remake me."And she did.The underworld still flowers where she walks. The dead still dream of her touch. And in the silence beneath the soil, two gods still rule-not in opposition, but in reflection. Life and death, seed and stone, queen and king-bound by a love that never learned to choose betwee Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. N° de réf. du vendeur 9798232469290
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Taschenbuch. Etat : Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - A legend of love that bloomed in ruin.They say death cannot love. That beneath the earth lies only silence, and the god who rules it has no heart left to give. But they forget that even silence listens-and one day, it heard her name.Persephone was no maiden of spring. She was the child of contradictions: born of light, yet drawn to shadow; the daughter of life, yet curious about death. Her laughter unsettled flowers. Her touch coaxed weeds from graves. While mortals prayed for her blessing, she longed for something truer than worship.When she descended into the underworld, it was not through abduction, but desire. The poets would later twist the tale, for they could not bear a woman who chose the dark. But Persephone went willingly-seeking the god who ruled beneath the roots.Hades was not cruel. He was weary. He had ruled eternity too long, watching souls drift like dust, untouched by warmth. He was beauty stripped to bone, peace mistaken for coldness. When she appeared before him, barefoot and smiling, he did not know whether to flee or fall.She offered him a pomegranate seed, red as blood, and whispered, 'Let me see what grows where nothing lives.' He tasted it, and the world shifted. Flowers of black and crimson burst from the ashen fields. The dead stirred and dreamed again. For the first time in ages, the underworld breathed.Their love was not gentle. It was the meeting of fire and stone, of hunger and restraint. She wanted dominion. He wanted quiet. Between them, kingdoms rose. From her hands bloomed gardens that fed on grief-roses that wept, lilies that bled, vines that drank the tears of kings. The dead began to worship her.Hades warned her. 'You court chaos, my queen. The dead remember how to obey, but not why.'She smiled, a crescent of defiance. 'Then I will give them reason.'Her garden became a throne. The spirits of fallen monarchs bent the knee, calling her Queen of Ash. They saw in her not mercy, but the power they once craved. She gave it freely, and the balance of realms began to tilt.Above, the earth sickened. Crops shriveled beneath invisible frost. Mortals starved while the dead rejoiced. Demeter wept for her lost daughter, but Persephone no longer listened-she was busy remaking the world in her image.Hades followed her to the dying fields and found her there, trembling with creation. 'The world will burn for you,' he said softly. 'But I will not.'In that moment, she loved him more than any sun, because he did not beg her to change. He only saw her clearly-the dark heart of spring, the patron of life's cruelty.Still, love among gods is never without a price. When she sought to return above, she found that her power had rooted too deep. The underworld would not let her go entirely. So she bargained: half the year among the living, half with the dead. A cycle born not from punishment, but from longing.Each spring she rises, crowned in flowers and ruin. Each fall she descends, carrying the scent of rain and blood. And each time, the world holds its breath, waiting to see which side of her will reign.Some say her heart grows darker with every return-that one day, she will stay below forever, and the earth will wither in mourning. Others claim her love redeems even death itself, that every petal fallen in shadow is a promise reborn in light.But no one remembers what Hades whispered when the last rose bloomed black:'You have remade my kingdom, Persephone. Now remake me.'And she did.The underworld still flowers where she walks. The dead still dream of her touch. And in the silence beneath the soil, two gods still rule-not in opposition, but in reflection. Life and death, seed and stone, queen and king-bound by a love that never learned to choose between creation and ruin. N° de réf. du vendeur 9798232469290
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