To Suffer Without Dying

To Suffer Without Dying

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Louis: An adopted teen girl. Kind, ferocious, rebel. She'll do anything for family. She'll do anything for truth. Oakland: The son of an ambassador. Amiable, comanding, rebel. He'll fight for freedom. He'll fight for love. Mikhail: An orphan. Sarcastic, thief, rebel. He'll do anything for anyone. He'll do what others won't. A cataclysmic meteor impact in Russia send the world in a downward spiral. Government and leadership fail. A rouge political part born out of the ashes of Turkey comes to power. They call themselves the Loyalists. They quickly establish military control in suffering countries around the world. The loyalists crafted a disease to weaken the surviving countries like the USA and Germany. Fate brings these three teens together. Nothing will split them apart.
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