on a bustling street of new york city, there's a small coffee shop called the midnight café. that's where i, nico diangelo, work the night shift. the night does not love me or speak to me, she is quiet. she merely harbors me and the souls of those with nothing left, our only comfort being a cup of coffee on a rainy night. but him? the sun adores him. she leaves kisses on his nose and cheeks and covers him in freckles. she adorns him with a crown of gold. she loves him because his smile could turn nectar into honey and ice into water. she follows him wherever he goes, bringing light with her. the sun looks good on him. [#1 in solangelo 7/25/19]

The hero's of Olympus live in a world where you get a mark on your body that you share with only your soulmate at age 10-13. Will Solace sees Nico at the fair when he is a kid. Then when they are reunited as high school students what will happen. Do they share the same mark? Or is there something or someone else?

The Gold, the missing things we look for insistently. We need them to adorn our soul, to light up the hazy days. A beautiful spin through the garden of youth, and the roses have dried blood on their thorns. The Forest, the trek deeper into the mind. The trees are ancient and worn. They are tired, resting in their birthplace, never to move. They provide solace for the weary. They whisper a lesson: embrace the history, and move forward. The two ends of a story are tying together. "Coffee?" //Updates on weekends

The Prince, the one who will sweep you off your feet and into a beautiful castle. His image is accompanied by dances and dresses. A charming smile, a charismatic tongue. The Wolf, the villain of the century, the monster who bares his fangs and leers at you. Uttering his name will send chills down your meek spine. Many seek to have his head on a silver plate. But this is not a fairy tale, it is not another Brothers Grimm story. The Prince has turned into a player and the Wolf has turned into a bad boy. And they have both set their eyes on the same girl.