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Excerpt from Echoes From The Ashes

The Reich’s Treasure Box, Nuremberg: November 9, 1938 “Mutti! Mutti!” Liesel ran into the dressing room and flung her arms around the glamorous lady at the dressing table. “Mutti, Uncle Fritz says Rachel can stay the night.” “I know,” Christine answered. “You two can read stories to each other and sing songs and maybe do a dance for us all.” The honking car horns and the whine of the polizei wagon outside on the street intruded on the scene. “I want red lips too, Mutti.” Christine hugged her close before dabbing her red lipstick on Liesel’s puckered lips. “Now let’s go down stairs and see who all is here.” She pulled the heavy drapes open just enough to look outside before following Leisel out the door.   There was much activity in the street below.   Noisy youth were clumped together on the corners, their brown shirts and stiff-armed salutes causing a knot of unease in Christine. The radio had been giving hourly updates on the condition of Third Secretary Er...

Chapter 1-2

CHAPTER 1 October 1981 Elyse trudged slowly, doggedly along the damp street, her head down and hands jammed into the pockets of her raincoat. Completely and obviously unaware of her surroundings, she moved through the drizzling rain like a sleepwalker until the sharp bleat of a car horn crashed into her consciousness, slamming her back into the present. She jerked to a stop and looked around.  Corkscrew strands of unruly, faded, blonde hair escaped the droopy brim of her rain hat and a frown creased her forehead as she stood there, searching for a familiar landmark. It wasn't the first time since she moved to Seattle that Elyse's mind had drifted more than just a little.  The streets seemed to hypnotize her.  A relaxing walk would turn into an avenue of introspection, and in the same way that she wandered the city, trying to learn her way around, her mind would wander back through her life, trying to find order in the twists and turns of her existence...