*She was told no three times. Then Heaven carried her over the wall.*Rita Lotti was a child who prayed in a storeroom with a twig cross, a girl forced to marry the most violent man in Cascia, a wife who loved him with empty hands for eighteen years, a mother who prayed the most dangerous prayer a mother can pray — *take my sons before they become murderers* — and a widow with a blood feud and no dowry who was rejected by the convent three times.
On a blizzard night, three saints carried her over the wall.
For forty years she scrubbed floors behind that wall. Then she asked God for a thorn. He gave her one in her forehead that festered for fifteen years — and sometimes smelled of roses.
Dying in the coldest winter in memory, she asked for a fig and a rose from a dead garden. It was January. They bloomed in the snow.
She died in a cell filled with light. Six hundred years later, her body has never corrupted, and roses still bloom every winter where she died.
*This is not a history book. It's a survival guide for your impossible.*
If you have a marriage gone cold, a child slipping away, a closed door, a thorn that won't heal, or a winter that won't end — St. Rita, the Patroness of Impossible Causes, has been waiting for you.
Your past is not your prison. Your wound can become a rose. Your impossible is her specialty.
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Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. *She was told no three times. Then Heaven carried her over the wall.*Rita Lotti was a child who prayed in a storeroom with a twig cross, a girl forced to marry the most violent man in Cascia, a wife who loved him with empty hands for eighteen years, a mother who prayed the most dangerous prayer a mother can pray - *take my sons before they become murderers* - and a widow with a blood feud and no dowry who was rejected by the convent three times.On a blizzard night, three saints carried her over the wall.For forty years she scrubbed floors behind that wall. Then she asked God for a thorn. He gave her one in her forehead that festered for fifteen years - and sometimes smelled of roses.Dying in the coldest winter in memory, she asked for a fig and a rose from a dead garden. It was January. They bloomed in the snow.She died in a cell filled with light. Six hundred years later, her body has never corrupted, and roses still bloom every winter where she died.*This is not a history book. It's a survival guide for your impossible.*If you have a marriage gone cold, a child slipping away, a closed door, a thorn that won't heal, or a winter that won't end - St. Rita, the Patroness of Impossible Causes, has been waiting for you.Your past is not your prison. Your wound can become a rose. Your impossible is her specialty. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. Seller Inventory # 9798177861975
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Taschenbuch. Condition: Neu. Neuware - \*She was told no three times. Then Heaven carried her over the wall.\*Rita Lotti was a child who prayed in a storeroom with a twig cross, a girl forced to marry the most violent man in Cascia, a wife who loved him with empty hands for eighteen years, a mother who prayed the most dangerous prayer a mother can pray - \*take my sons before they become murderers\* - and a widow with a blood feud and no dowry who was rejected by the convent three times.On a blizzard night, three saints carried her over the wall.For forty years she scrubbed floors behind that wall. Then she asked God for a thorn. He gave her one in her forehead that festered for fifteen years - and sometimes smelled of roses.Dying in the coldest winter in memory, she asked for a fig and a rose from a dead garden. It was January. They bloomed in the snow.She died in a cell filled with light. Six hundred years later, her body has never corrupted, and roses still bloom every winter where she died.\*This is not a history book. It's a survival guide for your impossible.\*If you have a marriage gone cold, a child slipping away, a closed door, a thorn that won't heal, or a winter that won't end - St. Rita, the Patroness of Impossible Causes, has been waiting for you.Your past is not your prison. Your wound can become a rose. Your impossible is her specialty. Seller Inventory # 9798177861975
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Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. *She was told no three times. Then Heaven carried her over the wall.*Rita Lotti was a child who prayed in a storeroom with a twig cross, a girl forced to marry the most violent man in Cascia, a wife who loved him with empty hands for eighteen years, a mother who prayed the most dangerous prayer a mother can pray - *take my sons before they become murderers* - and a widow with a blood feud and no dowry who was rejected by the convent three times.On a blizzard night, three saints carried her over the wall.For forty years she scrubbed floors behind that wall. Then she asked God for a thorn. He gave her one in her forehead that festered for fifteen years - and sometimes smelled of roses.Dying in the coldest winter in memory, she asked for a fig and a rose from a dead garden. It was January. They bloomed in the snow.She died in a cell filled with light. Six hundred years later, her body has never corrupted, and roses still bloom every winter where she died.*This is not a history book. It's a survival guide for your impossible.*If you have a marriage gone cold, a child slipping away, a closed door, a thorn that won't heal, or a winter that won't end - St. Rita, the Patroness of Impossible Causes, has been waiting for you.Your past is not your prison. Your wound can become a rose. Your impossible is her specialty. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. Seller Inventory # 9798177861975
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