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Hope Carter & her 2 younger siblings are still in shock from everything that's happened to them. Their mother's back in prison and the people they needed most turned their backs. Now Hope and her siblings are back in the foster system;Out of the blue, a man who claims that he's their father comes to their rescue like he's a hero, but will they push him away or accept his help?
The white tigress walked a little passed her lizard guide. There was a snap of thick string before the sound of switches click. Out of the trees at least long, wooden spears plunged. One was headed right for Kukka.
“Idiot!”
Visam shoved her out of the way. The sound of splitting flesh and tearing scales filled the air as she was flung against the ground.
“Visam!!!!!!!!!” Surudu was there, picking her up in second. Blood stained the ground crimson as the lizard choked in pain. Her eyes were clouded with agony.
“Kukka…is –”
“She’s fine.” Her companion told her. “She’s just fine.”
During our self- described “trip of a lifetime,” from January 17, 2001 to April 20, 2001, we drove from Woodstock, down the east coast to Key West, Florida, then north again and west through the Florida panhandle, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona and Nevada, visited our friends (the ones that started this whole thing) in California and then returned east on a different route home. We stayed overnight in parking lots, trailer parks or homes of friends and relatives, and for as long as a week at a time in RV resorts, motels and time-shares. We were blessed to be able to gaze at, explore and visit many beautiful places, but we were especially stunned by the spectacular sunsets we witnessed. In tribute to those sunsets, I have named this book, “Driving Towards the Sunset.”
Hope Carter & her 2 younger siblings are still in shock from everything that's happened to them. Their mother's back in prison and the people they needed most turned their backs. Now Hope and her siblings are back in the foster system;Out of the blue, a man who claims that he's their father comes to their rescue like he's a hero, but will they push him away or accept his help?
The white tigress walked a little passed her lizard guide. There was a snap of thick string before the sound of switches click. Out of the trees at least long, wooden spears plunged. One was headed right for Kukka.
“Idiot!”
Visam shoved her out of the way. The sound of splitting flesh and tearing scales filled the air as she was flung against the ground.
“Visam!!!!!!!!!” Surudu was there, picking her up in second. Blood stained the ground crimson as the lizard choked in pain. Her eyes were clouded with agony.
“Kukka…is –”
“She’s fine.” Her companion told her. “She’s just fine.”
During our self- described “trip of a lifetime,” from January 17, 2001 to April 20, 2001, we drove from Woodstock, down the east coast to Key West, Florida, then north again and west through the Florida panhandle, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona and Nevada, visited our friends (the ones that started this whole thing) in California and then returned east on a different route home. We stayed overnight in parking lots, trailer parks or homes of friends and relatives, and for as long as a week at a time in RV resorts, motels and time-shares. We were blessed to be able to gaze at, explore and visit many beautiful places, but we were especially stunned by the spectacular sunsets we witnessed. In tribute to those sunsets, I have named this book, “Driving Towards the Sunset.”