Grabbing Gardens

Grabbing Gardens

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In a post-industrial age, centuries after the revolts against the patriarchy, Gynoecium stands as a powerful city with rich culture, strong social structures, and absolutely no men -- or so it would appear on the surface. Turmoil hits the city, when the Empress, the illustrious and progressive Del Quinn Ari who wished to reunite men and women, is poisoned at one of the city's greatest celebrations. Panic ensues as the women (or 'woes' as they call themselves) of Gynoecium struggle to find a new leader, while a young Matron prison-keeper named Cody, harbours the very man accused for the Empress' death. Meanwhile, two teens leave the city to escape the pressures of their society: Saxil, a boy who has lived his whole life presenting as a girl, and now hopes to find freedom as a man on the farmlands; and Pate, a girl who wants nothing more than to escape the dark legacy of her family name. Both find themselves in the strangest company, as a Witch hosts them in its magical and ominous garden -- a garden that seems aware of their presence, starved for their tears, and desperate that neither Saxil nor Pate should ever leave... Disclaimer: while this book often discusses gender in a binary sense, it is helpful to read from a spectral perspective.
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This is a fictional story about a grown woman who struggles to break-free from or embrace the enchantment within her. Lacey wasn't sure about life, love, anything. She was just living each struggle and inhaling small moments of happiness as it comes. She wasn't interested in falling in love. She didn't know nor wanted to know what love was. She had her bills to pay and survival to face. She was accustomed to fast mornings and late nights. She glowed in thoughts of slow mornings and a dash of romance that sparked under the moonlight. Her life was as exciting as watching ice melt in the sunlight. Not much excitement, to be honest, but the straps of grown-up responsibilities that laced up her ankles from her sensual heels. Her mind often flutters like the wings of butterflies to a graceful, charming wisdom. A vixen with undercurrents of impulsive, magical, raw sexual vulnerability. She keeps a boundary between the one who dances in butterfly dreams and the sensible woman whose heels echoed a more realistic approach to life. There was no man in Lacey's life and she wasn't sure she wanted one. A man would not know how to preserve that mystical, reserved magic and still accept that she challenges, curses and speaks her mind freely. Men sought to stifle and sucked the life out of her and Lacey wanted to live.

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