As long as there is air

As long as there is air

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Two sisters, who have always lived in a rigid, rule-filled and oppressive government, find themselves having to carry out a mission for their mother's murderers. Camille, rebellious and angry, but reasonable, and Patricia, impulsive and distracted, will find a totally unknown world, different from the apocalyptic one they grew up in. Obstacles, worries and conflicts will be with them throughout the adventure. Monsters, strangers and radiation will be their worst nightmares. They will finally meet new people, but they will doubt who to trust. And what was supposed to be a peaceful mission, will take a slightly different path... DYSTOPIAN story with a focus on multiple characters. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I love writing it. Happy reading!!! 💞🍓
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Snow

After an apocalyptic event that thrusts the world into a new ice age, Calestia - a 17-year-old girl with a strong will - must learn to survive on a land infested with gangs, guns, and distrust. ***** Nobody knows what day it is anymore. Nobody knows the month, the day of the week...and the only way to tell time is by the slight change in the color of the sky from grey to black every twenty-four hours. If a day even is twenty-four hours anymore. The planet is dead. The people are dead. Snow falls down upon piles of bodies like the ash of a volcanic eruption. Except, the snow doesn't stop. It never does. It continues to fall and fall until you wonder if it is even possible for another flake to come down and land silently in your hair. But it does. They do. There are few survivors of what the remaining have started to call the end of the world. The Apocalypse. Few who are still brave or scared of death enough to face the torture that is living. I am one of those survivors. Book One of the Snow Series Highest ranking: #3 in Sci-Fi Watty's Shortlisted

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