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Ring around the rosy, pockets full of posies, ashes…ashes…we all fall down.
For ten-year old Anna Stone, a childhood complete with nursery rhymes and bedtime stories is nothing more than a heartless work of fiction.
Plunged helplessly into the sinister, devastating world of her mother’s mental illness; Anna must grow and mature in a home where pain and fear are her only friends…
That is…until she meets fifteen year old Triston Roth; the one and only person in the world who would love her enough to help her see past her fear; giving her the courage and strength needed to defy her family.
Happy ending right? Not a chance.
The moment Anna finally finds the courage to reach out for help, she gets caught up in the wake of deception and destruction created by the very same people within the legal justice system who were supposed to be helping her.
For Anna…life is a war from which she cannot escape. Her only hope relies on her ability to give up everything and everyone she loves to become a living sacrifice in order to protect the young man whose only crimes were his love for her.
This dark, controversial version of Romeo and Juliet is based on actual events, depicting the severity and cruelty of the phrase “Star crossed lovers” while beautifully encapsulating the love, romance, hope and determination felt as Anna and Triston battle it out for their right to be free from abuse…for their right to be together.
"Not suitable for children under thirteen"
This novel deals with violence, child abuse, childhood sexual abuse, teen sexuality, drug and alcohol abuse, self mutilation and suicide.
Out of the battlefield and straight into hell... that's what it feels like.
When the gates of your prison block are finally opened, setting you free, the Sorrow reigning in your soul makes for a brand new cell.
Welcome to the world of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
Now I lay me down to sleep...
I pray deceptions ever keep.
Within the graveyards of my soul,
forever be the truth untold.
Rebuking me was his mistake...
yes, for that sin his life I take.
He'll always pay the highest cost,
I win, I laugh; It's not my loss.
Long, black hair...
Crystal green eyes that glisten like
shimmering raindrops trapped within a prism.
She may look and act an angel;
just don't ever make the mistake of
If she shows up at your front door,
you'd better be right with God.