This here thing is something I initially wanted to put in Vol. 2 of My Mother of Old Bones as some kind of prelude but realized that I don't really care very much about the myth of Persephone at all. I'd best stick to the magical grandmas, thanks. I think you can kind of tell that I only really care about the last page.
And so the old myth goes: young Persephone goes out to pick some flowers...
(TBH I could never figure out a good intro page)
But yes, I'm aiming to get the new one out by the end of November. Early December at the absolute latest.
Happy Halloween. Güdnite.