A pack of thieves ransack a witch's home, stealing her deck of tarot cards. Unbeknownst to them, these tarot cards hold the most infamous criminals ever known. And little do they know what they've unleashed onto the world when these prisoners escape their binds to the cards and scatter across the stars. It'll take a powerful kind of magic and a special kind of witch to find them. Cage is NOT that witch. In fact, she's not exactly a witch at all. She's a Lavender and lives in a world where women are the only ones with magic. With flowers that grow in amongst her curly hair, Cage is dragged into the hunt for the prisoners and must travel across the cosmos with a band of unlikely heroes. A witch of the winds and another of the stars. A boy who has magic when he shouldn't and another with the sun in his blood. Cage learns that the lines between heroes and villains can blur on their journey to stopping something far more evil than any of them could have ever imagined.

Misunderstood and overmedicated, twelve-year-old Lilith Bloom finds the prospect of a grand family reunion decidedly dull... That is, until she discovers that the rose garden surrounding her grandfather's Berlin mansion is, well, completely and utterly carnivorous. Armed with Panther, her talking pet whippet, and the help of the mute boy next door, Lilith must unravel the secrets behind the mysterious estate, all while her family remains gloriously unaware that they are about to be devoured.

It's impossible to be two people at once. Unless you're Abby Kilken. At 27, Abby's life hasn't exactly been all she would have hoped. That college diploma wasn't all it was cracked up to be, and she spends most of her time regretting all that time she spent studying rather than going out and experiencing the world. All she wants is a little excitement. After a strange date with a handsome man she'd only met the day before, Abby gets more than she bargained for when she finds herself waking up in Belgium. In 1944. And she keeps waking up as someone new. The strangest part is she isn't lost or confused. She knows exactly where she is, and who she is. Even if who she is...isn't exactly her.

a retelling of the tale of persephone and hades --- highest rankings - #1 in greek, god, greek mythology, hades, hecate, olympus --- ❝she wore silk dresses and flower crowns, she was soft and she was loved and then she was stolen, this is the story they tell, they don't speak of her rages, where she would pull rain from the clouds and the flowers turned black beneath her feet, they don't speak of how she laughed when icarus fell from the sky in golden plume they do not speak of how she grew flowers because she liked watching them fade and die and they do not speak of how she pounded at the gates of hell until they opened and how she let the pomegranate juice drip from her smiling lips and how even hades trembles under her gaze❞ --- word count: 37 431