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Genre: FICTION / CrimeJust released a few months ago and is slowly picking up.
The Eastern Front. Western Poland 1945.
The war was ending. The defeat of Germany was inevitable, it was not a question of if, but when. However, people were still dying and would die until Hitler would be dead and Doënitz would sign a ceasefire with the British on Lüneberg Heath. The planes from both sides screaming and bringing death without looking at those whom they were killing on both sides, or on the innocents caught up in the midst of battle. The sounds of battle, the guns, the explosions, but what was much worse was the silence. Death and Charon were stalking the land collecting the souls regardless of the colour of the uniform. If Man fought his tribal wars, then it was of no interest to them; they were only taking the souls back with them fulfilling their role. It was a war where the rule book went out of the window. Man was degenerating back to the primitive savage he’d been when conflicts were solved by using sticks, stones and any hard objects to hand. The only victors were the crows and ravens who would get fat thanks to the folly of man.
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For one such section in Poland members of the once- feared Waffen SS were now in retreat. They knew that they were not the swaggering thugs they once had been when the army, within an army that once had swept all before them and left a trail of death, destruction and atrocities wherever they went. Tired, haggard faces unwashed and unshaven showed signs of fatigue and the realisation that everything was lost. But to talk of defeat was to incur the wrath of their superiors and earn the ultimate punishment handed down from a military court- martial.
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Already translated.
Translated by Sofia Bocca
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Author review: It was a pleasure working with her. She has diligently translated the book. |
