I stared at Hades, my mind spinning.
He was a god. King of the Underworld, Lord of the dead,
and he'd just wiped a tear from my cheek.
He was a god. King of the Underworld, Lord of the dead,
and he'd just wiped a tear from my cheek.
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Power of Hades
Eliza Raine, Rose Wilson | Raine's Website
Hades Trials, book one
ebook, 191 pages
Published May 11th 2020
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I've been kidnapped by Zeus. Plucked from the streets of Manhattan and frightened half to death by a freaking Olympian god. And now I'm trapped in the Underworld, being forced to compete in a series of deadly trials for the position of Queen of the Underworld. Which would mean marrying Hades, the utterly terrifying Lord of the Dead. Who the hell wants a husband at all, let alone one made of smoke and riddled with death?
I have to get back home, to New York and my brother. But I can't leave without completing the trials and they've been designed for a godly Queen, not Persephone - barista and botanical garden enthusiast. I'm surrounded by lethal, all-powerful maniacs. Sexy-as-hell maniacs, sure, but as dangerous as they come. And I'm going to have to prove to all of them that there's a goddess of hell inside me. It's the only way I'll survive the Hades Trials. But then what? And why, why, why am I so desperate to see under Hades smoky exterior and find out what he's hiding from me?
If I win the trials, I have to marry the devil himself. But losing might mean losing my life.
Alright. All right. I'm a fan of mythology. As in, I spent my teenage years completely enthralled by medieval history and Greek gods. And even though that was a lifetime ago and I have the memory span likened to a chimpanzee, I manage to recall a few of the details. The story of Hades and Persephone is certainly one of those tales that sticks with you.
In this creative and well-written spin, Persephone is a college student of agricultural studies, working part time at a local coffee shop, when a blonde haired, blue eyed Zeus meanders in and suddenly, her entire formulated world crashes in around her.
We're going to stop there for a small mid-review rant. As a female who spent nearly two decades working in customer service, I need to know. I need to understand this. And I don't mean to generalize but why, WHY do heterosexual males appear to inherently possess this compulsory need to talk up a female, specifically to make her smile? Is it some kind of validation? Some small victory the male chromosome thrives on? I've yet to encounter this in a female. I don't personally feel the need to make a stranger smile be it man or woman. I'm going to handle my business and leave you the hell alone. With respect.
So someone tell me. Are my lenses blurred? Or does anyone else share this reality with me?
Back to topic.
Forced into a competition testing intelligence, loyalty, glory, and hospitality, the ultimate prize is to become the wife of Hades, Lord of the Underworld. It's a title she not only doesn't want, but has already held. And even though she has no memory of this place or these people, she finds her one inkling of familiarity in the flashes of Hades' silver eyes.
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