September 6, 2018

The hours of rocking in the train had lulled Annamarie to sleep. When she awoke, the landscape had changed some, the mountains a little softer, with vineyards and apple orchards on the slopes of a much-wider valley. In the haze of her sleep was still the picture of her...

August 30, 2018

From Chapter 5

Graun, April 1937

The ticking of the cuckoo clock in the inn’s empty dining room grew louder with only Angelo left at his breakfast. It said five after eight. Marco was very late, and Angelo was about to get up and drag his son out of his room, when the bo...

August 23, 2018

CHAPTER 1 Reschen Valley, April 1937 The grasses were just ankle high as Annamarie ran through the meadow. Her mother’s last words, You’re a young woman—behave like one, dispersed on the wind.

June 16, 2018

Excerpt 2: Prologue continued.

Bolzano, Italy: February 1937

Behind Angelo, a man's voice called, “Minister Grimani!"

Angelo was already smiling before he spotted Stefano. The first thing he noticed was Stefano’s wire-rimmed spectacles—new—then the friendly, open face. Al...

June 16, 2018

Extract fromNo Man's Land

Chapter 1

Arlund, April 1920

It seemed a shame to kill on such a fine, spring day. As the wind rose from the valley, so came the scents released by the melting snow—of leaves and grass and wood, of new life rising, resurrected.

Katharina steadied...

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