The afterlife isn't all it's cracked up to be, according to seventeen-year-old Lilith Adams. She hates it in the Guardhouse and she definitely doesn't want anything to do with the ongoing war against Lucifer's disciples. A war that, according to Lilith, has absolutely nothing to do with her. To top it all off, there's Gabriel, the archangel who seems determined to make her afterlife a living hell.
So when Lilith is offered the opportunity to go back to the moment right before she died, she doesn't hesitate for a second. Then she realizes her actions have devastating consequences, not only for her, but also for Gabriel.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / GeneralNote: English and Dutch versions are free, but translated version will be 0,99 dollars (to provide a 'fee' for the translator).
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Goodreads - 56 ratings, 3,29 stars average.
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Free English and Dutch download, 'sold' over 15.000 times world wide (amazon/barnesandnoble/iTunes/Sony/Smashwords).
Chapter 1
From the cemetery the funeral procession slowly moved back to the auditorium. Lilith stared at Ben’s back. He was wearing his leather jacket and with each step he took, the broken zipper lightly tapped against his belt buckle. Tap. Tap. Tap. The rhythm overtook the sound of the mourners’ footsteps. The ceremony had been sort of OK. White coffin. White flowers. White everything. Even the weather had been co-operative: a thin layer of snow covered the earth.
Delilah stepped forward, alongside Ben. She leaned over to him, their shoulders nearly touching. Ben bent over to her a little, so his face was close to hers. Lilith strained to try and find out what Delilah was saying to him: “If you…”
Mom!
Her mother slid through the snow, passing in front of Ben and Delilah, her brown hair tied together in a long pigtail all the way down her back. Her head slightly bowed, she stared down at her ankle boots, which had left tracks in the white surface.
Lilith put out her hand, wanting to put her arm around her mother. Wanting to comfort her. Fortunately her dad was already there. He put his big hands around his wife’s shoulders. He pulled her close, allowing her to lean on him. They scuffed further along, entering the auditorium.
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German
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Coodoo
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Sarah Ferrari
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Rubia Fernandes
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Marina Migliaro
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