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This week’s word prompt is "grassy”. We are with Hades and Persephone in the fourth book in the Gods of DC series, Death Do Us Part.
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Every flat surface in the sunroom was stacked with books a little taller than Juliet. Most of the tomes were covered with leather older than the over three hundred years she had been on this planet. Every other pile had a modern Greek history or romance mixed in.
Hestia figured they could find clues in all sorts of literature. Juliet wasn’t near as convinced.
Hestia’s fairy tale castle was a stark contrast to the Maine forest and grassy hills that surrounded it. The goddess of hearth, home and fire transplanted it there from some place in Europe.
The sunroom was snaked with ivy and blooms covering the curved glass. It had been her home during the day for her, Athena, Demeter, Hestia and the two little ones for nearly a week. At night, Hestia would prepare a huge family dinner before each of them retired to their own room in the castle.
Juliet set the book she held in her lap as she watched Annabelle from her nest in the papasan chair. The baby girl cooed at her cousin Marcus as she clapped her hands.
She swallowed a lump in her throat. She was hands down the world’s worst mom. One moments she couldn’t look at her own baby, the next she was holding Annabelle so tight the tot could hardly breathe. Everything about the little girl reminded her of Ares - her smile, her laugh, even the way she pouted. She was easily her father’s daughter and it was tearing the nymph apart.
Juliet glanced up as Hestia breezed into the sunroom, a cup of tea in one hand and a paperback book in the other. Her full length skirt whipped around anything in came in contact with from furniture to the playing babies. The cover on the book she held had a half naked man and woman clinging to each other in the throes of passion. Another romance. It was the genre Hestia preferred to research so to speak. For being a virgin goddess, her reading preferences indicated otherwise.
“There’s a pot of lavender and hibiscus tea warming on the stove if anyone is interested,” Hestia announced. “How is the research going, my doves?”
Demeter smirked at her. She managed to lounge sideways in a leather armchair despite her growing belly. “I’m willing to trade with you. You read this Ancient Greek crap the philosophers wrote and I’ll read the love stories.”
Hestia just gave her a patient smile. “Do you really need to read these old things? Don’t you already have a hot, young stallion to toy with? Maybe you should switch up to something a little older like those scrolls the Titans wrote.”
“I tried, Sis. I don’t understand them. You’re the oldest. You give it a shot. Or, then again, I could call Poseidon and maybe he can read them.”
The quick objection was almost amusing. “I think us two girls can muddle up something.”