| Author: | Michael Simpson | ISBN: | 9781462604357 |
| Publisher: | PublishAmerica | Publication: | March 9, 2011 |
| Imprint: | PublishAmerica | Language: | English |
| Author: | Michael Simpson |
| ISBN: | 9781462604357 |
| Publisher: | PublishAmerica |
| Publication: | March 9, 2011 |
| Imprint: | PublishAmerica |
| Language: | English |
The Ultimate Sacrifice races from the life and death decisions of love, to the tension packed fireworks of betrayal, abuse, love, joy, happiness and death. It lays bare the ambitions and fears of lovers and those who want to be loved. As the story surges towards an unpredictable climax, Michael, Marcia and Marlene prove that love has no boundaries. As she held him in her arm, his tears were like blood staining her white wings red, he looked up in her eyes and said, Thank you Marlene you are my guardian Angel, she wanted to say something to him, but she could not speak. She safely placed him on the ground where he was embraced by a weeping woman, she tried to shout that he was hers; but still she couldn't speak. She felt pain as if a sharp instrument was piercing her heart, as she put her hand to her chest, she felt something warm and wet, it wasn't the tears from Michael eyes, and the wetness was her blood flowing from her pierced heart.
The Ultimate Sacrifice races from the life and death decisions of love, to the tension packed fireworks of betrayal, abuse, love, joy, happiness and death. It lays bare the ambitions and fears of lovers and those who want to be loved. As the story surges towards an unpredictable climax, Michael, Marcia and Marlene prove that love has no boundaries. As she held him in her arm, his tears were like blood staining her white wings red, he looked up in her eyes and said, Thank you Marlene you are my guardian Angel, she wanted to say something to him, but she could not speak. She safely placed him on the ground where he was embraced by a weeping woman, she tried to shout that he was hers; but still she couldn't speak. She felt pain as if a sharp instrument was piercing her heart, as she put her hand to her chest, she felt something warm and wet, it wasn't the tears from Michael eyes, and the wetness was her blood flowing from her pierced heart.
