Calliope Jade Thistle. Her mother's favorite muse of Greek mythology. The color of her eyes. The name of the thorny flowers that decorated her back yard. They were beautiful, her mother said, beautiful and dangerous. Protected from threats by the thorns, their beauty was allowed to flourish freely. That's what she always said she wanted for Cal. To be stunning and safe from harm. But when the threats come, Cal's mother is only the first to fall prey to them. ***Disclaimer and Warning*** I do not own any of the artwork for my chapters. I found all of the images online and their amazing creators deserve considerable merit for their beautiful works of art. Warning: This book does contain violence.