AFTER THE SMOKE CLEARED AND MANHUNT BEGAN BEAN PROMISED HIMSELF HE'D NEVER KILL AGAIN... ..:::.. Set where the Urban edge mingles with the Suburban sprawl, Kay Elle's second novel follows the story of Olive and Bean Downes -- scrappy siblings forced to flee their home and hide deep in the city after an assassination gone wrong. Over the course of two weeks they'll encounter citizens just as colorful as the country they live in, complete with a bigoted fruit enthusiast, a corrupt concierge, a stingy gun peddler, and a Korean mercenary named Elmo. It's an America where oranges are valued more than gold and homemade lip balm is as addictive as crack. It's an exploration of loyalty, glamorous nightclubs, and the well meaning pastors who inhabit them. The Illumination of Sorrow is a raw, touching story about weird love, old wallets, and the humor that can be found in true meaning of sorrow.

"The chances of that happening are unimaginable for someone like you." I said, trying to picture Nolan as anyone other than the humble, easygoing man before me and utterly failing. Another sip, and a relaxed sigh. "Just because it's never been done before doesn't mean it's impossible." I couldn't argue with that. Back in Training I thought I was untouchable, forged out of pure titanium. Infallible. But there I was nine years later with a mottled chest scar the size of Texas and several bottles of prescription anxiety pills stashed under my desk, having unofficial sessions with an adorable, gay therapist who seemed to think I, of all people, had all the answers. What happened next was a natural progression. After nearly a year digging inside each other's heads, it only made sense to understand each other's bodies. I looked up at Nolan in confusion, a question prepped on my lips. It immediately deflated once I saw him staring down at his hands to the curve of yellowed skin where his wedding ring used to cling. Ours was a quiet grief.

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