“The one young officer swung his horse around, came back, and leaned over into Penthe's face. She did not look at him. "Are you free, Miss?" "I am free. Free from everyone, but my lover. He has stolen my heart and soul forever.” PoetryCivil WarHistorical FictionNew OrleansHistorical RomanceInterracial RomanceEpic PoetryMulti Genre LiteratureEpic FictionReviewed By Aberjhani Book:Penthe & Alphonse Source: Penthe & Alphonse
“He thought of Penthe. He sensed a flutter, her smile, a look, just her hair, wild, passing by. He watched the fire, in the fog, for some time. It was the entrance to Hades, where Odysseus visited Achilles...” PoetryCivil WarHistorical FictionNew OrleansHistorical RomanceInterracial RomanceEpic PoetryMulti Genre LiteratureEpic FictionReviewed By Aberjhani Book:Penthe & Alphonse Source: Penthe & Alphonse