Paranormal Romance
Date Published: 9/6/16
Publisher: Sunday Morning Publishing
After his fall to Earth, Icarus has been in Hell, punished for
his hubris. When he wins a chance at parole, he's thrilled -
except for the set of wings attached to his body.
Eve Gregory runs a small bookstore in northern Connecticut.
Eve Gregory runs a small bookstore in northern Connecticut.
When she hires the handsome stranger to work for her, she
doesn't know the secrets he's hiding. Or that becoming
involved with him will embroil her with the Greek gods and
goddesses.
Icarus and Eve must perform a quest set down for them by
Icarus and Eve must perform a quest set down for them by
Zeus. If they are successful, will that be end of their
relationship? Or will love teach them a new way to soar?
I loved this book
and N.W Mores twist on mythology. This
book is well written and has a great premise.
I cannot wait
to read more from her.
This book is about
Icarus as you can probably tell from the
title. But what you do not know as for
two millennia he has
been serving Hades for his penance. But his father has
been
with Zeus as long and asked for his son’s parole. Hades has
agreed to this
with one stipulation. He will keep his wings,
but they will be hidden. Then there
is one other problem he
must face. Appolo has not forgiven Icaras for his
transgression.
And at every turn he and his brother Artimis
make plans to ruin his life on
earth anu way they can. Only
they did not count on Athena. She feels two
millennia is long
enough and sets out to help him. So after 5 years they may
just be an answer to begin his life over and that is one
spunky human who owns a
coffee and books store. Eve
gives him a job and a place to live that just so happens
to be
her roommate. She just wished he was interested in her.
So Athena comes
back to give them that little push. And of
all places she takes them is a
bowling alley. It just gets better
from there. Now if he can only protect her
and make Apollo
happy so he will let him be.
Now before I ruin
this for you I will leave off here. I hope you
enjoy this book as much as
I did. If you do like this book,
please consider leaving a review. The Authors
really like it
when you do; they value your opinions too.
The imp had come to him where he sat on a pile of stones, watching Sisyphus roll his
rock uphill unceasingly. Icarus had found that once he was used to his wings, boredom was
his biggest torment in Hell. There was nothing to do. He did not delight in the suffering of
others, and there was no other entertainment.
The little imp had bowed, then said in a high squeaky voice, "My lord, Hades, wishes
you to attend him at once."
Icarus did not react. Better to not let the demon know how astounded he was by the
summons. Instead, he stood up and followed the creature through the tunnels and caverns
back to Hades' great hall.
He was bewildered when they bypassed the entrance of the Great Hall to instead
pass through a tunnel where Hades and Persephone had their private apartments. The
Queen of the Underworld was only there six months of the year, but Icarus had seen her
from a distance. She was beautiful but sad-looking. Icarus wasn't sure if it were better or
worse to be able to leave Hell for six months of the year. Still, it was something different he
could spend hours pondering to waste more time.
The imp paused before a door and stepped aside to allow Icarus to enter. He did so
with some trepidation and found a comfortable sitting area. There was a table that held the
remains of a meal and brightly-colored flowers adorned a vase. Persephone must be in
residence.
He waited near the door, sweat running down his back between his feathered
appendages. While this room was cooler than most parts of Hell in deference to its Queen, it
was still warm. And he was nervous.
Icarus startled when Hades walked into the room from an entrance tucked in a
corner. He hummed to himself; the pleasant sound eased some of Icarus' dread.
Hades straightened up and smirked when he saw Icarus. He poured some wine into
a goblet and sipped at the cup, licking a red droplet from the rim. He did not offer any to
Icarus, who, though dead, still felt his mouth dry in a memory of thirst. Hades found his
chair and sat, took another drink, then put the cup down precisely in front of him. He
leaned forward and placed his chin on his fist, studying Icarus for a few long minutes.
Hades did not speak during the entire performance.
Finally, he crossed his hands over his stomach. "Your father, Daedalus, has asked a
boon of my brother, Zeus."
He paused again, obviously enjoying the suspense. Icarus refused to give him the
pleasure he sought, so he kept his face impassive and waited, struggling not to give any sign
of his shock and curiosity.
Hades rolled his eyes, then continued. "Your father is a favorite of my brother. He
has created many amusements for Zeus over the years with his various inventions." Hades
shrugged, picked up his goblet, then put the cup back again. He slid a long finger around the
rim of the cup, round and round. His behavior made Icarus anxious; it wasn't like the Lord
of the Underworld to be so hesitant.
"Your father has requested your parole, and Zeus has decreed that the time for your
punishment is over. You have spent over two millennia in Hell with great patience and
forbearance. So you are to be released." Hades raised his hand palm out when Icarus gave
an involuntary jerk at the words. "There are conditions."
"Yes, my Lord," Icarus croaked. The dryness had spread from his mouth down his
throat. There was a roaring in his ears, and Icarus felt like he might heave up the contents
of his stomach if there was anything left in his nonliving body.
"You will be returned to Earth as a living being. Athena has agreed to give you
knowledge of the modern world to help you assimilate. The manner in which people live
today has changed considerably since your previous time on Earth."
"Thank you, my lord." He started to bow but stopped when Hades spoke once more.
"That is not all. Your wings."
Icarus's eyes widened in amazement. If he were to live among men once more, he
would not be able to keep his wings. Perhaps Hades thought he would miss them, but it was
not so. He hated them, the symbol of his downfall, and couldn't wait to get rid of them.
Icarus would gladly give them up. So he was shocked at Hades' next words.
"You will keep the wings as a reminder of your transgression. Accommodation will
be made so that the wings fold into your body, but you will have them as a constant
memory of your sin against Apollo. It will set you apart from other men, even if only in your
own mind. Do you agree to these conditions?"
Icarus did not hesitate. "Yes, my lord." He would reconcile himself to the hated
wings for the chance to live as a man once more.
Hades nodded. "Then your father's boon is granted." He flicked a finger, and Icarus
was assaulted with pain he had not felt since the wings had been added to his body. He fell
to his hands and knees as his back was split once more and the wings folded inside his
torso. He trembled with the shock, but the pain continued as his long dormant heart started
beating once more. The agony of his body coming back to life was unbelievable, but he bore
it. Long minutes passed until the torment finally ceased. He lay on the floor, sweating, and
his renewed body ached from its rejuvenation.
When Icarus finally pushed himself up on his knees, Hades spoke again. "You now
have what appears to be a long ridge of scar tissue on each side of your spine." Hades
shrugged. "Explain them however you please if another human is curious. But the wings
will appear when you need them and contract back into their compartments when you
have finished with them."
Icarus clenched his fists but finally managed to get his legs underneath him and
stood erect. His body felt odd without the weight of the wings dragging at his shoulders.
Icarus grimly promised himself that they would never be freed from their compartment
unless there was a dire need.
rock uphill unceasingly. Icarus had found that once he was used to his wings, boredom was
his biggest torment in Hell. There was nothing to do. He did not delight in the suffering of
others, and there was no other entertainment.
The little imp had bowed, then said in a high squeaky voice, "My lord, Hades, wishes
you to attend him at once."
Icarus did not react. Better to not let the demon know how astounded he was by the
summons. Instead, he stood up and followed the creature through the tunnels and caverns
back to Hades' great hall.
He was bewildered when they bypassed the entrance of the Great Hall to instead
pass through a tunnel where Hades and Persephone had their private apartments. The
Queen of the Underworld was only there six months of the year, but Icarus had seen her
from a distance. She was beautiful but sad-looking. Icarus wasn't sure if it were better or
worse to be able to leave Hell for six months of the year. Still, it was something different he
could spend hours pondering to waste more time.
The imp paused before a door and stepped aside to allow Icarus to enter. He did so
with some trepidation and found a comfortable sitting area. There was a table that held the
remains of a meal and brightly-colored flowers adorned a vase. Persephone must be in
residence.
He waited near the door, sweat running down his back between his feathered
appendages. While this room was cooler than most parts of Hell in deference to its Queen, it
was still warm. And he was nervous.
Icarus startled when Hades walked into the room from an entrance tucked in a
corner. He hummed to himself; the pleasant sound eased some of Icarus' dread.
Hades straightened up and smirked when he saw Icarus. He poured some wine into
a goblet and sipped at the cup, licking a red droplet from the rim. He did not offer any to
Icarus, who, though dead, still felt his mouth dry in a memory of thirst. Hades found his
chair and sat, took another drink, then put the cup down precisely in front of him. He
leaned forward and placed his chin on his fist, studying Icarus for a few long minutes.
Hades did not speak during the entire performance.
Finally, he crossed his hands over his stomach. "Your father, Daedalus, has asked a
boon of my brother, Zeus."
He paused again, obviously enjoying the suspense. Icarus refused to give him the
pleasure he sought, so he kept his face impassive and waited, struggling not to give any sign
of his shock and curiosity.
Hades rolled his eyes, then continued. "Your father is a favorite of my brother. He
has created many amusements for Zeus over the years with his various inventions." Hades
shrugged, picked up his goblet, then put the cup back again. He slid a long finger around the
rim of the cup, round and round. His behavior made Icarus anxious; it wasn't like the Lord
of the Underworld to be so hesitant.
"Your father has requested your parole, and Zeus has decreed that the time for your
punishment is over. You have spent over two millennia in Hell with great patience and
forbearance. So you are to be released." Hades raised his hand palm out when Icarus gave
an involuntary jerk at the words. "There are conditions."
"Yes, my Lord," Icarus croaked. The dryness had spread from his mouth down his
throat. There was a roaring in his ears, and Icarus felt like he might heave up the contents
of his stomach if there was anything left in his nonliving body.
"You will be returned to Earth as a living being. Athena has agreed to give you
knowledge of the modern world to help you assimilate. The manner in which people live
today has changed considerably since your previous time on Earth."
"Thank you, my lord." He started to bow but stopped when Hades spoke once more.
"That is not all. Your wings."
Icarus's eyes widened in amazement. If he were to live among men once more, he
would not be able to keep his wings. Perhaps Hades thought he would miss them, but it was
not so. He hated them, the symbol of his downfall, and couldn't wait to get rid of them.
Icarus would gladly give them up. So he was shocked at Hades' next words.
"You will keep the wings as a reminder of your transgression. Accommodation will
be made so that the wings fold into your body, but you will have them as a constant
memory of your sin against Apollo. It will set you apart from other men, even if only in your
own mind. Do you agree to these conditions?"
Icarus did not hesitate. "Yes, my lord." He would reconcile himself to the hated
wings for the chance to live as a man once more.
Hades nodded. "Then your father's boon is granted." He flicked a finger, and Icarus
was assaulted with pain he had not felt since the wings had been added to his body. He fell
to his hands and knees as his back was split once more and the wings folded inside his
torso. He trembled with the shock, but the pain continued as his long dormant heart started
beating once more. The agony of his body coming back to life was unbelievable, but he bore
it. Long minutes passed until the torment finally ceased. He lay on the floor, sweating, and
his renewed body ached from its rejuvenation.
When Icarus finally pushed himself up on his knees, Hades spoke again. "You now
have what appears to be a long ridge of scar tissue on each side of your spine." Hades
shrugged. "Explain them however you please if another human is curious. But the wings
will appear when you need them and contract back into their compartments when you
have finished with them."
Icarus clenched his fists but finally managed to get his legs underneath him and
stood erect. His body felt odd without the weight of the wings dragging at his shoulders.
Icarus grimly promised himself that they would never be freed from their compartment
unless there was a dire need.
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