Dear Muse (Those Whom The Gods Wish To Destroy Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
How did one communicate their private thoughts before the existence of the written word? Perhaps there was no need. I suppose secrets lose a bit of luster when they find expression. The same goes for all knowledge, down to the most mundane. My uncle’s stories no longer rivet and engage, but rather occupy time and alleviate the pains of drudgery. After extensive readings on botany, from the archaic to modern, the tale of Demeter and Persephone is as enchanting as one of my mother’s two-bit romance novels. The old biddy would devastate the laws of nature to spite a foul mood, whether brought upon by a stubbed toe or her daughter eloping with an unsavory cad. The tale contains enough wish fulfillment to occupy another loveless night.I love my mother! Truly and dearly, she is the crux of my soul. Without her, I would surely crumble and disperse like a dusty wind. I write cruel things because I am not permitted to say cruel things. For all of my love, there is a certain level of disgust.
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