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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
A terrorist’s black van scattered screaming, midnight sun celebrants as it came careening through the crowds, hurling bodies, blood and severed limbs through the air. Rose Lynn’s scream was cut short as the van bore down on her and her children while she watched them riding the gentle little ponies. Three days later, at the Fairbanks Memorial Hospital ICU, Rose Lynn awoke from the coma and looked up into her husband’s bloodshot eyes. Sundown, where are our children? Where are Angel and little Sunny?
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
A terrorist’s black van scattered screaming, midnight sun celebrants as it came careening through the crowds, hurling bodies, blood and severed limbs through the air. Rose Lynn’s scream was cut short as the van bore down on her and her children while she watched them riding the gentle little ponies. Three days later, at the Fairbanks Memorial Hospital ICU, Rose Lynn awoke from the coma and looked up into her husband’s bloodshot eyes. Sundown, where are our children? Where are Angel and little Sunny?