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Megan Easley-Walsh
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Flight Before Dawn
Mystery, Thriller & Suspense
Author Insight
D-Day from the German perspective
D-Day. June 6, 1944. A day that we remember still as when the Allies landed in Normandy. In Flight Before Dawn, it is a day that Victoire yearns for and works toward, through assisting the Allies in the French Resistance. I've previously written about it from her point of view in "The Allies Are Coming" bubble. Here, we see things from the other side. Planted among the Germans, a spy is working behind the scenes. Confusion swirls for the soldiers, but Isabella, the spy, begins to hope that the longed for day has arrived. Perhaps, even more than Victoire, Isabella has yearned for this day- when her deep-seated and complicated relationship with Germany, with France, and with freedom can be resolved. What's more complicated than opposing the enemy? Sharing blood with them. Something that Isabella knows all too well. D-Day is dawning. The Allies are coming. With it, freedom will come. It must. They're desperate for it. But, the journey ahead is still long and fraught with danger. Courage is needed now more than ever.
Book Excerpt
Flight Before Dawn
An idea, which began as a kernel of uncertainty, blossomed into excitement within Isabella as they drove on in the night. Anders slammed on the brakes, sending her crashing against the dashboard. Debris had fallen from above, narrowly missing them.
“Are you all right?” Anders asked her.
“I think so, yes.”
She put her hand to her head to brush aside the hair from her eyes. When she removed her hand, there was a damp stickiness.
“You’re bleeding,” Anders said, concerned.
“Henkle, hand me your handkerchief.”
Henkle made no reply, but sat there transfixed in frozen motion.
“Henkle! Your handkerchief!” Anders repeated.
Henkle fumbled for it in his pocket and passed it to Anders. He dabbed at Isabella’s temple.
“Just a dribble, I think,” he said to her, looking truly relieved.
The back door opened, as Henkle stepped from the car and stood looking at the sky above.
“Oh for goodness’ sake,” Anders muttered, visibly annoyed by Henkle, “What’s the matter with—”
Anders didn’t finish his statement but stepped from the car, followed by Isabella, and stared as wisps of mushrooming clouds dotting the horizon dropped from the sky.
“Parachutes,” Isabella said, hoping she did not sound as pleased as she felt.
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