The Dark Wife

The Dark Wife

Sarah Diemer

Language: English

Pages: 186

ISBN: 1461179939

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Book Details:

ISBN: 1461179939
EAN: 9781461179931
ASIN: 1461179939
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Publication Date: 2011-05-12
Number of Pages: 264
Website: Amazon, LibraryThing, Google Books, Goodreads

Synopsis from Amazon:

Three thousand years ago, a god told a lie. Now, only a goddess can tell the truth. Persephone has everything a daughter of Zeus could want--except for freedom. She lives on the green earth with her mother, Demeter, growing up beneath the ever-watchful eyes of the gods and goddesses on Mount Olympus. But when Persephone meets the enigmatic Hades, she experiences something new: choice. Zeus calls Hades "lord" of the dead as a joke. In truth, Hades is the goddess of the underworld, and no friend of Zeus. She offers Persephone sanctuary in her land of the dead, so the young goddess may escape her Olympian destiny. But Persephone finds more than freedom in the underworld. She finds love, and herself.

GoodReads Author Information:

Author Name: Sarah Diemer

Author Description: I write about heroic, magical girls who love girls. YA author of Golden Crown Award-winning THE DARK WIFE (the lesbian, YA retelling of the Persephone myth) and TWIXT and co-author, with my amazing wife, author Jennifer Diemer, of Project Unicorn: A Lesbian YA Extravaganza.
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Author URL: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4719155

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