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Someone Else's Shadow
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23,37 €
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33,39 €
- Išsiųsime per 12–18 d.d.
My name is Peyton Lane, and I have no idea who I am.Six months ago, I woke from a coma with no recollection of anybody, anything.My family tells me that I'm a good woman, that I'm loved. It seems I've lived a full, rewarding life, but I would give all of it up in a heartbeat to remember who I was.My mind is a blank slate. Every moment in time wiped clean.But there is one thing I can remember, something I haven't dared to tell anyone about-a mysterious oak tree, a red ribbon, and a vision of dro…
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- Autorius: Monica James
- Leidėjas: Monica James
- ISBN-10: 0645508209
- ISBN-13: 9780645508208
- Formatas: 12.9 x 19.8 x 2.1 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
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Aprašymas
My name is Peyton Lane, and I have no idea who I am.
Six months ago, I woke from a coma with no recollection of anybody, anything.
My family tells me that I'm a good woman, that I'm loved. It seems I've lived a full, rewarding life, but I would give all of it up in a heartbeat to remember who I was.
My mind is a blank slate. Every moment in time wiped clean.
But there is one thing I can remember, something I haven't dared to tell anyone about-a mysterious oak tree, a red ribbon, and a vision of drowning.
I know the answers I seek lie buried at the bottom of a lake. And that's why I'm here in South Carolina. The memory I have is something I witnessed...
So I wonder what it would feel like to remember...remember who I was, but more importantly, remember what I did.
Knygos.lt nariams
23,37 €
-30%
Įprastai
33,39 €
Išsiųsime per 12–18 d.d.
- Autorius: Monica James
- Leidėjas: Monica James
- ISBN-10: 0645508209
- ISBN-13: 9780645508208
- Formatas: 12.9 x 19.8 x 2.1 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
My name is Peyton Lane, and I have no idea who I am.
Six months ago, I woke from a coma with no recollection of anybody, anything.
My family tells me that I'm a good woman, that I'm loved. It seems I've lived a full, rewarding life, but I would give all of it up in a heartbeat to remember who I was.
My mind is a blank slate. Every moment in time wiped clean.
But there is one thing I can remember, something I haven't dared to tell anyone about-a mysterious oak tree, a red ribbon, and a vision of drowning.
I know the answers I seek lie buried at the bottom of a lake. And that's why I'm here in South Carolina. The memory I have is something I witnessed...
So I wonder what it would feel like to remember...remember who I was, but more importantly, remember what I did.
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