I visit Charlotte and Chloe and even Randy. I want to tell Randy that his mother and sister are fine, but to do so would only stir up sorrows he left far behind in Acheron. And besides, though Randy’s father is dead, I can’t guarantee a life of happiness for Randy’s mother and sister. That’s their life to choose. And I’m not queen of the world above. Nor am I Fate.
I stay with Chloe the longest. When she’s not hanging out at the beach parties, she lives in a Japanese garden complete with an arched bridge spanning a pond and goldfish of varying sizes and shapes. Reeds shoot out of the water, rustling when the fish swim through them, and river-washed stones are sprinkled in a bed of sand. Chloe has this whole new Japanese thing down. She rakes the sand and snips tiny limbs off plants, creating works of art in bonsai trees. She’s even started a bonsai contest like the sand sculpture contest, and it’s becoming the new rage in paradise. Everyone talks about it.
Her eyes light up every time I visit, but she never misses me. Never worries. We talk about anything from my psychotic mother to bonsai theory to Hannah Reed’s child. All is fair game with Chloe. And our tattoos remain as solid and black as the day we got them.
One day, I visit for over an hour. She has five new tattoos and is trying to convince me to get another. I tell her maybe next time. I ask her if she’s met Rhadam yet, but she tells me no, he’s always seemed too busy. If I didn’t know Chloe better, I’d guess she’s being shy. One of these times, I’ll have to make sure to introduce them. It would be nice to go on a real double date, even if it is in the Underworld. I tell her again how perfect they’d be together, and then I leave.
I walk through the hills, heading for Shayne’s garden. I haven’t visited it since my return to the Underworld. The pomegranate tree has invaded my dreams. It blossoms when I close my eyes, and then flowers, wilts, and dies all in one night. I watch it over and over again. And I can’t stop it. It’s still dying even with my return to the Underworld—at least this is what happens in my nightmares. I’m afraid that when I visit the valley, my nightmares may be reality. And that maybe I don’t belong here after all. And if this is the truth, I don’t want to know.
Cerberus joins me near the water. He bounds out from behind the falls, and I wonder if there is a secret passageway there I know nothing about. I make a mental note to investigate it later; maybe sometime when Shayne isn’t around. I could find out where it goes and surprise him. Teach him something about the Underworld for once.
I sink to the grass and spend some time scratching Cerberus. He’s in no hurry to see the pomegranate tree. Or he just likes to get his tummy rubbed. Thankfully, though he has three heads, he only has one stomach to scratch. Otherwise, the task could occupy an entire day. But soon, he stands and runs off after a bird—in the exact direction I need to go. Toward the garden and the tree.
I wonder if there really is a bird he’s chasing or whether he’s trying to draw me. Whatever the case, I think I need his enthusiasm to help pull me forward.
The garden is alive with colors, just like the first time Shayne showed it to me. Electric blue tulips blow in a breeze, and indigo jasmine hangs from vines twined around large stone columns. It’s the image I remember. Shayne’s green thumb at work. His hobby. Gardeners on Earth would kill for this kind of skill.
I realize I’ve been holding my breath. The last time I was here, death and sorrow hung in the air. So I lift my nose and breathe in. And the smell of the pomegranate tree comes to me. At the end of the garden, near the back. I walk toward it.
Cerberus is still at my side. At the edge of the garden, we come to the tree. When I reach it, the sadness hits me, still pulsing through the wood of the trunk. It reaches its tendrils to every branch. To every leaf. And it casts an oppressive aura around everything in its shadow.
I take a deep breath and place my hands on the mucus-covered bark. Under my palms, the tree shudders, fighting against the poisoning sorrow within. It searches for a way to staunch the sadness which permeates it. It opens its pores and soaks in my energy. It gropes for something to make it whole again. And then the pomegranate tree recognizes me, and its searching stops.
A Glossary of Terms: Names & Places From SOLSTICE
GLOBAL WARMING—the increase in the average temperature of Earth’s near-surface air and oceans since the mid-20th century and its projected continuation
GLOBAL HEATING CRISIS (GHC)—the official name of the global warming disaster in the world of Solstice
UNDERWORLD—a region in Greek mythology under the surface of Earth where the souls of the recently departed go; identified with Hell
Greek Gods
HADES—god of the Underworld
ARES—god of war
ZEUS—king of the gods
PERSEPHONE—queen of the Underworld
DEMETER—goddess of the harvest
APHRODITE—goddess of love and beauty
THANATOS—personification of death
FATES—three personifications of destiny
APATE—personification of deceit
People and Creatures Who Live in the Underworld
CHARON—ferryman; shuttles souls of the newly deceased across the rivers Styx and Acheron
CERBERUS—three-headed dog; guards the gates of the Underworld
MINOS—ancient Cretan king; oversees the Asphodel Meadows in the Underworld
AEACUS—ancient Aeginian king; oversees Tartarus in the Underworld
RHADAMANTHUS—ancient Cretan king; oversees the Elysian Fields in the Underworld
SISYPHUS—a king sentenced to Tartarus; made to roll an immense boulder up a hill, only to watch it roll back down, and to repeat this throughout eternity
PIRITHOUS—a king sentenced to Tartarus for attempting to steal the wife of Hades
TANTALUS—a king sentenced to Tartarus; never allowed food or drink but always having it just out of reach
Underworld Places
ELYSIAN FIELDS (ELYSIUM)—the final resting place of the heroic and the virtuous
ASPHODEL MEADOWS—a section of the Underworld where indifferent and ordinary souls are sent to live after death
TARTARUS—a place in the Underworld for those souls judged to receive eternal punishment
Underworld Rivers
ACHERON—sorrow; the newly dead are ferried across Acheron to enter the Underworld
COCYTUS—lamentation; boundary between the Elysian Fields and the rest of the Underworld
LETHE—oblivion; boundary between the Asphodel Meadows and the rest of the Underworld
STYX—hate; boundary between Earth and the Underworld
PHLEGETHON—fire; boundary between Tartarus and the rest of the Underworld
Acknowledgments
I owe a huge thank you to so many people for making this book what it is today.
To Riley who thinks every idea I have for a new story is a great one. Thank you for believing in me.
To Zachary who mentioned, when I was telling him about the Underworld, that there would be monsters swimming around in the rivers.
To Lola who makes art day after day that inspires my writing and my stories.
To Mom & Dad who supported me during an extra year of college so I could get a History degree and learn bunches more about Greek mythology.