About the Book
Title: Persephone’s Orchard
Author: Molly Ringle
Genre: Paranormal Romance / NA Fantasy
The Greek gods never actually existed. Did they? Sophie Darrow finds she was wrong about that assumption when she’s pulled into the spirit realm, complete with an Underworld, on her first day at college. Adrian, the mysterious young man who brought her there, simply wants her to taste a pomegranate. Soon, though she returns to her regular life, her mind begins exploding with dreams and memories of ancient times; of a love between two Greeks named Persephone and Hades. But lethal danger has always surrounded the immortals, and now that she’s tainted with the Underworld’s magic, that danger is drawing closer to Sophie.
Excerpt from Persephone’s Orchard
Adrian introduces Sophie to the way modern-day immortals travel…
Adrian rounded a stand of trees, and stopped.
A team of four ghost horses waited there—or at least Sophie assumed they were ghosts, as they were glowing green and translucent. The horses were harnessed to a small rusty bus, which looked as if it had been recently borrowed from a junkyard. All its window glass was gone, and nothing was left of its paint except a few flakes of green and what seemed to be the remains of a letter X in blue. The three tires she could see from this side were completely flat. The horses’ harnesses were entwined in vines of some kind, with a few dried leaves still hanging on in spots. Where the harnesses met the bus, thick metal cables took over, so heavily welded that they had melted into the bus’s exterior and become a part of it.
After taking in this strange contraption, Sophie looked at Adrian.
“So your first big decision is,” he said, “are you willing to climb into this bus with me and fly across the world at incredibly high speeds?”
She gave a laugh of half-panic, half-disbelief. She walked around the back of the bus, touching its dented exterior. It felt solid enough. “What is this thing?”
“Something I built, to attach the horses to.”
“Is it safe?”
“Well, it’s held together so far.”
She circled to the other side, finding those tires flat too. “Is there any other way to get to the afterlife place?”
“Not realistically. This realm isn’t set up for living humans. We’d have to walk across the continent, then build a boat to cross the ocean, all of which would take months and be far more dangerous, so—yeah, this is it. This or ride directly on one of the horses.”
Circling around to the front, Sophie examined the horses. She approached one and reached out slowly. Her hand slipped straight through its glowing neck, but stopped upon the solid harness that secured it to its team. She tried it again, watching her hand glide through the animal as if it were made of mist. Fascination was starting to push out uneasiness, at least for the moment…
“How long is the trip?” She tried stroking the animal’s nose, but her fingers went straight through that too. The horse twitched its ears and whickered patiently.
“About three hours each way,” he said. “So, if you want to sleep on it, you can go back to bed tonight, and we’d take off tomorrow morning. Or—”
“Let’s go,” she interrupted. She moved to the open door of the bus and peered up into it.
“Now?” Adrian’s pitch rose in surprise. “You’d be up all night.”
“I’m not tired. You wanted me to come. Let’s do it.”
Molly Ringle has been writing fiction for over 20 years, and her stories always include love and humor, as well as the occasional touch of the paranormal. Molly lives in Seattle with her husband and kids, and worships fragrances and chocolate.
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