Anaiah Ross And Amos Rivers Novels & Stories

There was no one to blame but him. _________ Day 2 River woke up early that morning. She had cried almost the entire night. Her heart was still freshly wounded. She wanted to call Erica, but she never memorized her number, only her Father’s, and for important reasons. Hours passed. She stopped for gas and food and kept riding. She was in Nebraska, close to getting to the South Dakota state line. It was all beautiful. Except for the cornfields. She realized she would never want to see another corn field in a long time.

> “He wants to replace the river with silence.” > “To turn memory into a forest of mouths.” > “And your village is the last dam.” --- That night, Mira finds the old riverbook left by her grandmother. The pages are brittle, but one remains untouched by time — sealed with wax and pressed between dried leaves. She peels it open. A name stares up at her. One no one has dared speak since the river first turned black. “Asamando.” The name of the original river spirit. The one before Nana Esi. Before the River Witch.

I haven't felt Chalo since our mate rejected us. She is depressed and sad, like me. I get up from the cold floor and clutch my chest as I say the words."I, Anaiah Ross, accept your rejection, Amos Rivers." I don't feel the bond breaking on my side; however, Amos will feel the bond tear between us and will experience pain like no other.