The Moon is a Harsh Mistress
Cover art photo for the novel, ACT OF CONTRITION. Photo (c) 2017, Richard C. Trice, all rights reserved. Brokenness, it is said, is the first step to healing. Right. But Trent had discovered, after all this time, that there exists a level of "broken" that refuses to be repaired, that remains untouchable, untreatable . . . unhealable. A brokenness which eludes every skill of the physician's hand. A brokenness born of having once had such a perfect sweetness wrap itself around the heart that waves of wholeness had begun to radiate outward, flooding the entire being, manifesting itself in positive energies, from the mundane to the majestic, in everything you did in every single day. But then only to awaken one of the those days to find that this radiance, this completeness, had been brutally ripped right out...