Kalliope lives with one purpose.
As an immortal muse, she doesn’t have any other choice. It’s part of how she was made. Musicians, artists, actors—they use her to advance their art, and she uses them to survive. She moves from one artist to the next, never staying long enough to get attached. But all she wants is a different life— a normal one. She’s spent thousands of years living lie after lie, and now she’s ready for something real.
Sweet, sexy, and steady, Wilder Bell feels more real than anything else in her long existence. And most importantly… he’s not an artist. He doesn’t want her for her ability. But she can’t turn off the way she influences people, not even to save a man she might love. Because in small doses, she can help make something beautiful, but her ability has just as much capacity to destroy as it does to create. The longer she stays, the more obsessed Wilder will become. It’s happened before, and it never turns out well for the mortal.
Her presence may inspire genius.
But it breeds madness, too.
I have no idea why I never wrote a review for this amazing story. But here it is. Better late than never, right?
I’m a sucker for a good retelling. And Greek mythology is apparently my Achilles heel (see what I did there?). I don’t remember much about being a young kid, but I do know that the first book I remember loving was a collage-illustrated book about the origin of Medusa. I read that thing every single break time or reading time in Kindergarten. And I loved the Greek Mythology unit in Social Studies class in 5th grade
Anyway, back to the main event: I love Kalli and Wilder. She’s emotionally complex, but not in a whiney or cliché way, and he’s a sexy, not broody guy (hard to come by in this book). They are perfection together and as individual characters, I have to say they’re among my favorite Cora Carmack creations. And that’s saying a lot.
The plot was a rollercoaster. Less in the up and down sense (although that was there, too), but more so regarding the speed and intensity. And that end!