Letters Written in White

Name: Letters Written in White
Brand: Kathryn Perez
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1492897Letters Written in Whitehttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/letters-written-in-white-1/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/523746/4f06d0d3-f193-402e-92c2-c7ccaad652b6.jpg?v=6383351543611700006666MXNKathryn PerezInStock/Ebooks/Im dead.Im cold and alone and Im dead. Theres no air in my lungs. My chest is as cold and hollow as a cave on a snow-capped mountainside. My heart no longer beats there. Frigid winds whistle through my ribs and the sadness inside me weeps like my favorite tree.Days ago, I met with death face to face. The mirror, our meeting place. My two darkened green eyes stared deeply into hers. I tilted my head to the side. She did too."Its time," I whispered."Its time," she whispered.And with that I turned away from her, the woman in the mirror who knew all of my secrets and all of my pain. I walked away from her and yet wed never been closer than we were at that moment. The inner struggle was over. No more arguing with the woman in the mirror. No more arguing with myself. The choice was made. She was the victor. Or was I?That was the day Riah Winter died.Note From the Author:Dear Readers,This isnt a romance novel written to sweep you off of your feet, nor is it a sexually infused fantasy laced with alpha males and six pack abs. You wont find anything within the pages of this story comforting, at least not on the surface. Matter of fact, youll most likely feel uncomfortable during many of the scenes. But I will promise you this, once you delve beneath the surface, youll find comfort in many areas of Riah Winters layers of life and death. You may even find that you arent alone in your daily struggles as a mother, wife, single mom, stay at home mother, working mom or as a woman.Riah Winter is YOU, YOU are Riah Winter. Beneath the mask we as women wear, is a person we rarely talk about or acknowledge. Ive decided to bring her to life and say all of the dark and socially unacceptable things so many of us feel, go through, and fear.Were all wearing masks and were all drowning in something.Riah has a message for us...she wants us not only to survive but to thrive because she knows what it feels like to die with regret.I hope youll take a chance on a story thats different from what youre accustomed to reading. I look forward to sharing it with you.-Kathryn...1475260Letters Written in White6666https://www.gandhi.com.mx/letters-written-in-white-1/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/523746/4f06d0d3-f193-402e-92c2-c7ccaad652b6.jpg?v=638335154361170000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20159781310211270_W3siaWQiOiI4ZmQ2MzI1ZC0wNzc1LTQ5NzgtOGRhOC1jMDA2OTJjNTI1Y2IiLCJsaXN0UHJpY2UiOjY2LCJkaXNjb3VudCI6MCwic2VsbGluZ1ByaWNlIjo2NiwiaW5jbHVkZXNUYXgiOnRydWUsInByaWNlVHlwZSI6IklwcCIsImN1cnJlbmN5IjoiTVhOIiwiZnJvbSI6IjIwMjQtMDUtMjBUMTM6MDA6MDBaIiwicmVnaW9uIjoiTVgiLCJpc1ByZW9yZGVyIjpmYWxzZX1d9781310211270_I'm dead.I'm cold and alone and I'm dead. There's no air in my lungs. My chest is as cold and hollow as a cave on a snow-capped mountainside. My heart no longer beats there. Frigid winds whistle through my ribs and the sadness inside me weeps like my favorite tree.Days ago, I met with death face to face. The mirror, our meeting place. My two darkened green eyes stared deeply into hers. I tilted my head to the side. She did too.It's time, I whispered.It's time, she whispered.And with that I turned away from her, the woman in the mirror who knew all of my secrets and all of my pain. I walked away from her and yet we'd never been closer than we were at that moment. The inner struggle was over. No more arguing with the woman in the mirror. No more arguing with myself. The choice was made. She was the victor. Or was I?That was the day Riah Winter died.Note From the Author:Dear Readers,This isn't a romance novel written to sweep you off of your feet, nor is it a sexually infused fantasy laced with alpha males and six pack abs. You won't find anything within the pages of this story comforting, at least not on the surface. Matter of fact, you'll most likely feel uncomfortable during many of the scenes. But I will promise you this, once you delve beneath the surface, you'll find comfort in many areas of Riah Winter's layers of life and death. You may even find that you aren't alone in your daily struggles as a mother, wife, single mom, stay at home mother, working mom or as a woman.Riah Winter is YOU, YOU are Riah Winter. Beneath the mask we as women wear, is a person we rarely talk about or acknowledge. I've decided to bring her to life and say all of the dark and socially unacceptable things so many of us feel, go through, and fear.We're all wearing masks and we're all drowning in something.Riah has a message for us...she wants us not only to survive but to thrive because she knows what it feels like to die with regret.I hope you'll take a chance on a story that's different from what you're accustomed to reading. I look forward to sharing it with you.-Kathryn...(*_*)9781310211270_Im dead.Im cold and alone and Im dead. Theres no air in my lungs. My chest is as cold and hollow as a cave on a snow-capped mountainside. My heart no longer beats there. Frigid winds whistle through my ribs and the sadness inside me weeps like my favorite tree.Days ago, I met with death face to face. The mirror, our meeting place. My two darkened green eyes stared deeply into hers. I tilted my head to the side. She did too."Its time," I whispered."Its time," she whispered.And with that I turned away from her, the woman in the mirror who knew all of my secrets and all of my pain. I walked away from her and yet wed never been closer than we were at that moment. The inner struggle was over. No more arguing with the woman in the mirror. No more arguing with myself. The choice was made. She was the victor. Or was I?That was the day Riah Winter died.Note From the Author:Dear Readers,This isnt a romance novel written to sweep you off of your feet, nor is it a sexually infused fantasy laced with alpha males and six pack abs. You wont find anything within the pages of this story comforting, at least not on the surface. Matter of fact, youll most likely feel uncomfortable during many of the scenes. But I will promise you this, once you delve beneath the surface, youll find comfort in many areas of Riah Winters layers of life and death. You may even find that you arent alone in your daily struggles as a mother, wife, single mom, stay at home mother, working mom or as a woman.Riah Winter is YOU, YOU are Riah Winter. Beneath the mask we as women wear, is a person we rarely talk about or acknowledge. Ive decided to bring her to life and say all of the dark and socially unacceptable things so many of us feel, go through, and fear.Were all wearing masks and were all drowning in something.Riah has a message for us...she wants us not only to survive but to thrive because she knows what it feels like to die with regret.I hope youll take a chance on a story thats different from what youre accustomed to reading. I look forward to sharing it with you.-Kathryn...9781310211270_Kathryn Perezlibro_electonico_e1eea260-8294-3ce5-ae77-afb1338479a6_9781310211270;9781310211270_9781310211270Kathryn PerezInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/smashwords-epub-2150494c-6e71-4ca0-82be-8c078ac47c14.epub2015-11-30T00:00:00+00:00Kathryn Perez