How low could a man get? How low was there? What level was below wishing for death? Surely this must be it. Each beat of his heart brought with it a fresh ache. Each pulse of blood through his veins served as a syringe, injecting a fresh dose of anguish through his system, distorting his mind’s eye so that all he saw was Haven in the arms of another man. Each breath, ragged and searing, reminded him of all that had been ripped from him. All he would never have. His Haven. Jett’s thoughts ran ahead of him as he slowed to a jog, then to a walk. His breath billowed out like ellipsis in front of him on the current of cold air. He looked down the sloping rock on the side of the path, to the sharp, unforgiving waves clawing their way up. Could he have picked a better place to live out his torment? ~~~~JETT is ONLY 99¢! Regularly $4.99~~~~ amazon/DESCENDED-~-Jett-ebook/dp/B008W2NPUA/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1345499364&sr=8-3&keywords=dana+pratola ★★★★★ “Wow is all I can say. Wow, wow, wow.”
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