Symbol of Hope (Book Three)
“I love you too much, Kasey. I know I will end up paying for it.” ~Dion
Heaven, Hell, and Earth are threatened. God has asked the only living granddaughter of Pandora to help fight off the Greek deities and save his Earth. Here’s the thing, she never believed in a God and now that she knows one exists she hates him.
Even though Kasey Reese would love to ignore her duty she is unable to escape her fate. Personal conflicts, betrayal, and love are the elements that make this situation dire for Kasey. She is about to embark on a journey with her love, an immortal saint, that guarantees no happy outcomes.
In this final book, Kasey and Dion will face mythical creatures, Greek deities, and treachery, but nothing will be as devastating as her possible end. She must reach inside herself and find qualities like courage, strength, and hope. It is her time to fulfill her destiny no matter the cost.
I hit the bottom landing in an awkward position. Was I in Hell? Had he sent me into the volcano? I braced my feet and stood ready for an attack. The back of my head hit the roof.
“Ow.” I caressed my skull.
I lowered myself to my knees. Where was I? A hobbit’s hole? I blinked adjusting to the pitch black. The flicker of orange light from a torch crackled in the still cave. The room was the size of a bomb shelter with half the height. Directly in front of me a lit torch hung to the wall. There was a small wooden door to the right of the torch.
I looked at the tunnel I had just fallen from. Going back the way I came was not an option. The incline was too steep.
I proceeded forward on my knees. I cleared the cobwebs delicately afraid to touch the wood. My heart stilled.
I grazed my fingers against a beautiful carved roman numeral five. Surrounding the number were drawings of heinous tortures and agonizing souls. The door held an endless display of artwork portraying sorrow, death, and fear.
“The door of Orpheus,” I whispered.
The door that led to Hell. The Hell of Hate. Was I to open it? There was no other way out of this god-forsaken hole. I wrapped my fingers around the copper handle. It was freezing cold!
I sucked in a breath but felt my heart thrash against my chest in a mixture of fear and adrenaline. I hated venturing into dark unknown places. Especially when I knew that Hell was on the other side. I released the breath and turned the handle. My fingers slid but the handle didn’t budge. I tried again harder. Nothing. The door was locked solid and sealed shut.
I exhaled in relief then pressed my forehead against the number five and closed my eyes thankful I did not have to enter Hell.
My name slithered off the tongue of a raspy soft voice. I didn’t have to open my eyes to know who it was. I kept still trying to control my fear. A chill surged down my spine. I struggled to calm my racing heart. Vivid memories of his image returned. His monstrous ghost, flaming Mohawk, body piercings and flame tattoos. I remembered the way he felt like vermin crawling over my body.
I opened my eyes and against the door a blue glow radiated from behind me. I gulped the saliva I’d been holding and turned to face Hades.
WOW! What a way to end this trilogy. With each book I fell more in love with the characters especially Kasey and Dion. But if you read the first two books than you know not everything has been easy for them and now more than ever things are not getting easier since Kasey has to go up against Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon. We get more of the other Gods ands Goddess but even though they are banished to Earth with no powers they are not helpless. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time reading this book and hoping that the group would all be okay. But to know if Kasey, Dion, and his brothers survive going up against the Gods you will have to read the final book in the Symbol of Hope trilogy. 5/5 Bloody Fangs
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Teacher, mother, and wife, not in that order. I’m an extreme Florida girl whose never seen snow. I believe white should be worn at funerals, not black. Studied at the University of Central Florida for a BA in English. If I can avoid close-toed shoes, I do. Born from Cuban immigrant parents I spoke Spanish before I spoke English. If you ever see me staring blankly into nothing, then my head is in a story.
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