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✔️Foreword
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"The wound is the place where the Light enters you." ~ Rumi
"You need to move on. You need to live. You need to leave your palace, and conquer the kingdom." He spoke passionately, pacing in circles right in front of me. His posture radiated calm and confidence, but the effect was ruined as he didn't seem to know what to do with his hands. He waved them around, then shoved them in his pockets, then pulled them out once more.
I laughed humorlessly. "I can't."
He scrunched up his eyebrows in a fashion I would have found adorable if it weren't for the subject of conversation. "Why not?"
I smiled. "I'm addicted to hurting."
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Gisella "Ella" Armatello has gone through a lot. She's lost her family to unresolved issues, and her brother to the evil clutches of death.
To protect herself, she's created so many walls around her, that coming out of it seems tougher than beating the smartest man at chess. And yet, she needs to.
With some help from the friends her brother left behind, Ella sets off on an incredible journey. Literally.
If you like road trips, bucket lists, a klatch of beautiful people, depressingly lame anecdotes and other such nonsensical tales, this is the book for you.
But, if you can't handle a dose of reality, or of the bitter patches loss leaves behind, this is most definitely NOT your type of book.
Warning: Roman Clark and Preston Greyson are fictional characters. You may fall into a state of denial, yearning for their presence.
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Dear Gisella {On Hold}
Teen Fiction"Uh, Els," he frowned, looking at the man beside me. "Who exactly is this gentleman?" I stared at Roman blankly and said," This is my boyfriend. Duh." Roman's eyes widened fractionally, before he cleared his throat and questioned further. "Er. What...
