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The Law of Moses - 2: The Song of David

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She said I was like her favorite song—something you feel, something that disappears after the last note. I won my first fight at eleven and have been throwing punches ever since. Fighting is the purest thing there is. Some envision heaven as a serene sea, but for me, it sounded like the bell at the start of a round, tasted like adrenaline, and burned like sweat in my eyes. It was the blur of crowds and an opponent who wanted my blood. Heaven was the octagon—until I met Millie, and everything changed. I realized I loved her when I saw her standing still in a crowded room, people buzzing around her, her dancer’s posture unyielding. No one seemed to notice her except for those who hurried past, casting exasperated looks at her unsmiling face. Why was she invisible to them, yet the first thing I noticed? If heaven was the octagon, she became my angel at the center, the girl I wanted to fight for and claim. She taught me that the biggest heroes often go unsung and that the most important battles are the ones we doubt we can win.

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The Law of Moses - 2: The Song of David, Amy Harmon

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Rok wydania
2015
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(miękka),
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1,97 zł

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Tytuł
The Law of Moses - 2: The Song of David
Język
angielski
Autorzy
Amy Harmon
Oprawa
miękka
Liczba stron
260
ISBN10
1514185016
ISBN13
9781514185018
Ocena
4 z 5
Opis
She said I was like her favorite song—something you feel, something that disappears after the last note. I won my first fight at eleven and have been throwing punches ever since. Fighting is the purest thing there is. Some envision heaven as a serene sea, but for me, it sounded like the bell at the start of a round, tasted like adrenaline, and burned like sweat in my eyes. It was the blur of crowds and an opponent who wanted my blood. Heaven was the octagon—until I met Millie, and everything changed. I realized I loved her when I saw her standing still in a crowded room, people buzzing around her, her dancer’s posture unyielding. No one seemed to notice her except for those who hurried past, casting exasperated looks at her unsmiling face. Why was she invisible to them, yet the first thing I noticed? If heaven was the octagon, she became my angel at the center, the girl I wanted to fight for and claim. She taught me that the biggest heroes often go unsung and that the most important battles are the ones we doubt we can win.