âTheyâve kept the truth about Persephone a secret, burying it deep below Herculesâs murdered wife and all of Zeusâs affairs. Itâs dangerous, you see, a spark threatening to ignite a long dead flame. Power. She loved her power, the Queen of the Dead, to forever reign in the fires of hell. She wore her crown like a beacon; a beautiful queen, plotting against her king. They never wanted you to know the hunger of Persephone, how she starved for something other than pomegranates. Control. The primal thirst that burns all womenâs throats, denied by eons of men. Listen closely to the voice from hell, sweetheart. âYou are a queen; donât wait for a king.â
â Emily Palermo









