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An awakening of the real power in us all.
Jennacea finds herself on earth, in prison for murder and doesn't remember a thing. She is beautiful and vulnerable and the prison doctor discovers some of her secret before she does. A work and rehabilitation program has been tailored for inmates with her special circumstances. As the perfect candidate for the program she is released into the care of a neurologist, Dr. Antonio Pisano and becomes his assignment. Together they set out on an adventure and discover things about one another they didn't know were possible.
Product Details
- Amazon Sales Rank: #8236804 in Books
- Published on: 2007-02-20
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: .52 pounds
- Binding: Paperback
- 156 pages
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From the Author
Even though Assignment Jennacea is a work of fiction the basic principals of the science and art contained within its pages have changed my life.
The application of rhythmic tones and beats in paticular musical scores have helped me focus through the storm of attention deficit disorder.
About the Author
G.W.Thomas has proudly served his country in multiple branches of the U.S. military. He has studied, written, and performed music at the university level. In his latest book, Assignment Jennacea, he has successfully combined his technical knowlege with his artistic musical talents. G.W. is married and a father of four with three grandchildren.
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Shh, here she comes," whispered Nurse Krause. "Watch this." Krause and four nurses-in-training stood quietly behind a one-way plexiglas window watching.
In walked a petite young woman with two very large uniformed female guards gripping under each of her thin arms. Her slight frame bent low by the weight of the full arm shackles. The guards lifted her slightly when she would begin to stumble.
Assemblages of black uncombed shoulder-length hair hung loosely swinging against her pale face with each shuffle forward. Her whitewashed face and half-closed brown eyes stung from the deluge of so much light. Years in the darkness of solitary confinement had not only lightened her skin but had nearly broken her spirit. Hope for her was a shadow with the inside hollowed out, only the outline remained, sullen and unemotional. It was difficult to tell if there was much life left in her. Her olive drab colored clothing draped across her body more like a bed sheet than any kind of attire. To look at her drudging across the floor in all her prison glory would invoke criminal disgust in even the most liberal thinking citizen. She looked guilty and deserving of her sentence.