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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.
Olympians, wizards, and mortals marveled when I, the son of order, married chaos in a Milpitas, California church, but when she died, no one marveled about my mourning. They should have.
Over six months had passed since my wonderful Vedi’s death, and my grief sat between the first two stages–denial and anger. Anger crested the horizon like a would-be rising sun, but the earth in my head stood still for a reason I dreaded discovering, keeping that angry sun from reaching higher.
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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.
Olympians, wizards, and mortals marveled when I, the son of order, married chaos in a Milpitas, California church, but when she died, no one marveled about my mourning. They should have.
Over six months had passed since my wonderful Vedi’s death, and my grief sat between the first two stages–denial and anger. Anger crested the horizon like a would-be rising sun, but the earth in my head stood still for a reason I dreaded discovering, keeping that angry sun from reaching higher.