It keeps shattering Nothing matters If it's no trust between these four walls And it's all built up on lies and falls Then it shatters D'Angelo Russell has always played the game , Zolee Washington has always defied the odds.

Introducing a powerful novel recalling James' life through the form of two his nephew addressing social and racial prejudices. One of the most important works to attack racism in the 20th century Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_B3wDTWgTt0 TikTok:https://www.tiktok.com/@documentingbooks/video/7336701599240228129?lang=en

A talented New York artist is falsely accused of a crime and put in prison. His girlfriend is determined to free him.

PART ONE: In the heart of the segregated 1900s, a white couple defies society's expectations by adopting two Black boys. Despite their love for each other, tragedy strikes in the form of a devastating car accident-one that alters their reality forever. PART TWO: (Purgatory) Caught in the space between life and death, each family member must navigate a nightmarish landscape filled with terrifying creatures and twisted trials. Their only hope of peace is to reunite and overcome the darkness together. Author's Message The color of our skin should never decide the weight of our worth. Beneath it all, we share the same pulse - one rhythm, one heart, one fragile, beautiful humanity. In a world painted with differences, kindness is the only language that never needs translation. We are all just souls trying to find peace, trying to love, trying to live. I began writing this because the word racism has always struck me like a wound - sharp, heavy, and undeserved. It's a word that carries too much pain for its size. It divides where there should be unity, it hurts where there should be healing. No one should ever feel less than human because of the shade of their skin. My grandmother taught me that love sees beyond color. She never measured people by appearance - only by their hearts. Every child, every adult, she treated with the same warmth, the same respect, the same unwavering truth. From her, I learned that real strength is gentle, and real justice begins with compassion. So I write for her. I write for those who were silenced, for those who have been seen only through the world's narrow lens. I write because love deserves louder voices than hate. And I hope that somewhere within these words, you remember what she taught me - that the heart knows no color, and humanity was never meant to be divided.