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Marked book10/30/2022 ![]() It could have been the story that I heard growing up as a child. “Then I’ll stick with Hades,” I said, giving her a smile. ![]() “Why should I have to? You can't make fun of me for liking him when you decided against going to church like all the other normal families.” I asked, hoping I'd make my point with her. “Do you have to be so morbid?” my mother asked me when I told her of my fascination in our kitchen one morning. I started at a very young age, after being told of the story of Hades and his love, Persephone. I had the freedom to explore and learn more about my dark friend, and even at times, prayed to him in the quietness of my mind. The only part of her decision to pray to them that bothered her was my growing adoration for Hades through my childhood, into my adolescent years. It must have started out as just an admiration, until she started to pray to them. I imagine this is where or why my mother began her fascination with the Greek Gods and Goddesses. There were pictures that littered our fridge and our hallways of my parents in their younger years, posing in front of all sorts of different temples. It could have been the fact that she was a psychologist and loved studying people, but I had a feeling the reasons for her fascination delved much deeper than what surfaced. She lived for Valentine’s Day and stories of Cupid, and was fascinated by how love worked in stranger’s lives. I was sure it was because my mother was in love with the idea of love. My mother was fascinated by Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love. Our house was filled with relics, and pictures of relics, statues, and temples. My family loved anything that had to do with Greek Mythology. “Rock and rubble,” I finished, lowering my head back down onto my pillow. I’m not even sure what exactly they wanted him to look at.” “Well, they just asked your father to come out and give his opinion on their recent findings. “They found something more than rock and rubble?” They found something more on the Hades location.” She nodded, not looking away from the road. “Again?” I asked, opening my eyes to glance at her. “Your father is back in Greece,” my mother murmured after a few minutes of nothing but the silence and the soft hum of the air conditioner. There was nothing but ocean, and sand, and more opportunities to paint quietly. It was probably my favorite place in the whole world. The New England Art Institute was only an hour away from Point Judith, where we lived in a small house by the ocean. I could tell this was going to be a long drive. ![]() “You don’t have to be so negative all the time,” my mother sighed, pushing her sunglasses over her eyes. ![]() Summer has to decide to follow her heart or follow the same footsteps of the mysterious woman in her past life. Determined to find out the secret of herself and her piece in the story, Summer goes with him, and tries to make herself at home in his world. He takes her on a whirlwind through the busy streets of Athens, to the lowest point of Greece where his lair awaits: The Underworld. He proceeds to tell her of a new version of the story with a different ending that Summer never knew an ending that includes herself.Ī trip to Greece leads to tragic twists, leaving Summer in the arms of the strange figure whom she had met before. The figure comes to her with questions about a familiar myth of her childhood: of Persephone and Hades. Summer comes home to Point Judith, Rhode Island, to find a mysterious figure on their family beach. Summer grew up with a love for the darkest of all Gods: Hades, which caused tension between her and her mother. #Marked book full#Seven Seeds of Summer follows the story of Summer, a college art student who has grown up in a house full of Greek mythology and legends. ![]() What if you were the missing piece in one of the most famous Greek Mythology Romances? ![]()
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