La Loi de Moïse Séries

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1. The Law of Moses

   • Amy Harmon

   • 364pages
   • 13 heures de lecture

   If I tell you from the start that I lost him, it will be easier for you to bear. You’ll know it’s coming, and it will hurt, but you can prepare yourself. Someone found him in a laundry basket at the Quick Wash, wrapped in a towel, just hours old and near death. They called him Baby Moses when they shared his story on the news – a baby abandoned by a crack addict, expected to face numerous challenges. I imagined him as a broken child, that image haunting me. Perhaps his brokenness drew me to him from the beginning. This all happened before my time, and by the time I met Moses, his story was old news; no one wanted to be involved. People adore babies, even those with issues, but as they grow up, that affection wanes. Moses was troubled, living by his own rules, yet he was also strange, exotic, and beautiful. Being with him would change my life in unimaginable ways. I should have stayed away; my mother warned me, and even Moses cautioned me. But I didn’t listen. Thus begins a tale of pain and promise, heartache and healing, life and death. It’s a story of before and after, of new beginnings and endless cycles. Most importantly, it’s a love story.

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2. The Law of Moses - 2: The Song of David

   • Amy Harmon

   • 260pages
   • 10 heures de lecture

   She said I was like a song. Her favorite song. A song isn’t something you can see. It’s something you feel, something you move to, something that disappears after the last note is played. I won my first fight when I was eleven years old, and I’ve been throwing punches ever since. Fighting is the purest, truest, most elemental thing there is. Some people describe heaven as a sea of unending white. Where choirs sing and loved ones await. But for me, heaven was something else. It sounded like the bell at the beginning of a round, it tasted like adrenaline, it burned like sweat in my eyes and fire in my belly. It looked like the blur of screaming crowds and an opponent who wanted my blood. For me, heaven was the octagon. Until I met Millie, and heaven became something different. I became something different. I knew I loved her when I watched her stand perfectly still in the middle of a crowded room, people swarming, buzzing, slipping around her, her straight dancer’s posture unyielding, her chin high, her hands loose at her sides. No one seemed to see her at all, except for the few who squeezed past her, tossing exasperated looks at her unsmiling face. When they realized she wasn’t normal, they hurried away. Why was it that no one saw her, yet she was the first thing I saw? If heaven was the octagon, then she was my angel at the center of it all, the girl with the power to take me down and lift me up again. The girl I wanted to fight for, the girl I wanted to claim. The girl who taught me that sometimes the biggest heroes go unsung and the most important battles are the ones we don’t think we can win.

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