The sound of snakes

The Sound of Snakes (a Medusa retelling)
Lysandra has never trusted her eyes-because she hasn't had them since she was eight. She trusts the world by sound: the sea breaking on the cliffs, wind in the grass... and a chorus of hisses that leads her straight into legend.
Everyone knows Medusa turns mortals to stone with a glance. Everyone runs-except the one girl who can't look at her.
Drawn by a voice like thunder smoothed by rain, Lysandra returns night after night to the cliff's edge, to serpents that curl around her wrists like bracelets and to a woman the world calls a monster. Between hunters with iron in their hands and statues that remember every failed hero, a fragile intimacy grows in the dark-built on listening, touch, and the kind of trust curses were never meant to survive.
She can't be turned to stone. But she can be taken-by danger, by choice... by love.
Expect: myth turned tender, slow-burn tension in a sea cave full of statues, protective serpents, arrowheads as keepsakes, and a blind heroine who hears the truth in a monster's heartbeat.
Tropes & vibes: sapphic fantasy • monster x mortal • forbidden/soft romance • found safety • Greek myth retelling • she falls first (actually, they both do) • danger-kissed tenderness • "I'll stay if you let me"
Perfect for fans of: lyrical romances, atmospheric retellings, and love stories that choose gentleness over fear.