| Author: | Emma Hill | ISBN: | 9780987292353 |
| Publisher: | Emma Hill | Publication: | August 27, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Emma Hill |
| ISBN: | 9780987292353 |
| Publisher: | Emma Hill |
| Publication: | August 27, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
The force of a soulful love is a constant reminder that you should never give up, nor let go, if there is even the slightest hope that someone who you have been told is dead, is very much alive. It all just relies on a link, a touch, a ray of hope that will entwine it all together. Do you go against everything you know to find the truth about a syndicate of criminals even if it means breaking the oath that you have stood by since you can remember? Ultimately, it all comes down to one small question that can change your life forever. Do you hold on, or do you let go, of the one person who really matters? Sometimes, what's left behind... will be impossible to forget. I realised that I had to be in a similar hospital to the one they had taken me too before, and in a storage room or something that had been emptied. I wanted to scream, but the cloth around my mouth left me unable. As far as that man outside my door would think, I was still out of it. I tried to move the chair by thrusting my whole body, but it didn't move so I guessed it was attached to the bench that looked as though it skirted the whole room. There was more to life than this, surely. There had to be answers to the questions hiding deep within me. I had always been able to find my answers. I just needed to work out how to put my finger on the clues and let them lead the way. Why was I there? Why was I so important? Why was Zavier? I had to think hard, because I know better than anyone that the answers rely on a link, a touch, a ray of hope that will entwine everything together. I just need those answers to become me, like they had always done in the past. I needed to be able to put the pieces of this sick puzzle together so I could understand what I was facing. Would I die trying? I wanted to be able to breathe again, freely, like I used to when I was a child. I wanted this weight of the unknown or whatever it was holding me down to lift from me and disappear into thin air... just the way all my hopes and dreams had done. I just wanted my life to be safe.
The force of a soulful love is a constant reminder that you should never give up, nor let go, if there is even the slightest hope that someone who you have been told is dead, is very much alive. It all just relies on a link, a touch, a ray of hope that will entwine it all together. Do you go against everything you know to find the truth about a syndicate of criminals even if it means breaking the oath that you have stood by since you can remember? Ultimately, it all comes down to one small question that can change your life forever. Do you hold on, or do you let go, of the one person who really matters? Sometimes, what's left behind... will be impossible to forget. I realised that I had to be in a similar hospital to the one they had taken me too before, and in a storage room or something that had been emptied. I wanted to scream, but the cloth around my mouth left me unable. As far as that man outside my door would think, I was still out of it. I tried to move the chair by thrusting my whole body, but it didn't move so I guessed it was attached to the bench that looked as though it skirted the whole room. There was more to life than this, surely. There had to be answers to the questions hiding deep within me. I had always been able to find my answers. I just needed to work out how to put my finger on the clues and let them lead the way. Why was I there? Why was I so important? Why was Zavier? I had to think hard, because I know better than anyone that the answers rely on a link, a touch, a ray of hope that will entwine everything together. I just need those answers to become me, like they had always done in the past. I needed to be able to put the pieces of this sick puzzle together so I could understand what I was facing. Would I die trying? I wanted to be able to breathe again, freely, like I used to when I was a child. I wanted this weight of the unknown or whatever it was holding me down to lift from me and disappear into thin air... just the way all my hopes and dreams had done. I just wanted my life to be safe.
