#Review - The Court of Miracles by Kester Grant #YA #Historical #Fantasy

Series: The Court of Miracles # 1
Format: Hardcover 416 pages
Release Date: June 2, 2020
Publisher: Knopf Children's
Source: Publisher
Genre: Young Adult / Fantasy / Historical

Les Misérables meets Six of Crows in this page-turning adventure as a young thief finds herself going head to head with leaders of Paris’s criminal underground in the wake of the French Revolution.

In the violent urban jungle of an alternate 1828 Paris, the French Revolution has failed and the city is divided between merciless royalty and nine underworld criminal guilds, known as the Court of Miracles. Eponine (Nina) Thénardier is a talented cat burglar and member of the Thieves Guild. Nina’s life is midnight robberies, avoiding her father’s fists, and watching over her naïve adopted sister, Cosette (Ettie). When Ettie attracts the eye of the Tiger—the ruthless lord of the Guild of Flesh—Nina is caught in a desperate race to keep the younger girl safe. Her vow takes her from the city’s dark underbelly to the glittering court of Louis XVII. And it also forces Nina to make a terrible choice—protect Ettie and set off a brutal war between the guilds, or forever lose her sister to the Tiger.

The Courts of Miracles is the first installment in debut author Kester Grant's Young Adult Historical Fantasy trilogy. In an alternate Paris in the wake of a failed revolution, one girl will rise through the ranks of a dangerous underground society to protect those she loves—and right a system of ruthless control that holds the City of Lights in its grasp. This story focuses the progression of Eponine (Nina) Thénardier from 1823 until around 1829. 

This is about the Court of Miracles which has 9 separate arms: Guild(s) of Gamblers, Assassins, Beggers, Mercenaries, Smugglers, Letters, Thieves, Flesh, and Dreamers. Wretched is the name given to all children of the Court. Nina's father is a thief who trained his daughter to follow in his footsteps. However, after he sells his oldest daughter Azelma to the swarmy Guild of Flesh master, Nina takes a serious challenge. 

She's to enter a near impossible place to break into in order to steal something valuable from someone who is supposed to be untouchable. Nina soon becomes The Black Cat and a full member of the Guild of Thieves with skills that may exceed her sperm donor and her new father. After trying and failing to save her sister, several years go by before she meets Cosette (Ettie) who she takes under her wing. Unfortunately, the dreaded Master of Flesh has set his eyes on Ettie, and Nina will have to figure out a plan to keep her safe or lose yet another sister to the man who cares not one bit for women. 

He keeps all his prize possessions drugged out of their minds. Nina's personal war on Lord Kaplan plays out in a 4 part story. She meets a variety of curious characters like Tomasis, the Dauphin of France, Grantaine & St. Juste, as well as Montparnasse. One reviewer noted that it seems as though Nina found (3) different men to fall for her while not encouraging their affections. There are references to the original players like Robespierre, Marat, Danton, Mirabeau, DeMoulis, and St. Juste who were involved in the French Revolution.

In a nutshell, the story is more of a loose borrowing of the Les Misérables characters supporting the main player, original character like Jean Valjean, & Inspector Javert who in this book is the only female Inspector. Les Misérables literally means The Wretched, The Miserable Ones, The Poor Ones, The Wretched Poor, The Victims and The Dispossessed. The Court of Miracles actually focuses more on Nina's attempts at revenge and saving her sisters, than the original novel focused on Cosette whereas Éponine and Azelma were almost villainous in nature in comparison to this book.  

Nina is ruthless at times, and I'm here to say that I was absolutely Ok with most of her choices. She knows what she wants, and she takes the steps to make it happen. She may be a thief, but she has a code, she recognizes what is wrong in the Court, and seeks to rectify it. That is what makes her formidable, the lengths at which she goes to save the people she loves, but also to bring down the Tiger and his ring of sex slavery. Ettie is such a curious character who apparently the entire underground of Paris wants to own her because of her beauty. She relies wholly and fully on Nina to save her life and provide the necessary guidance to keep her alive. She even makes alliances that are supposed to knee Ettie safe that will cost her numerous favors in return. 

Marketed as a retelling of Les Misérables, this novel has limited references to it. Instead, it uses the classic tale by Victor Hugo and some of his characters to broach the similarity and plot devices. It’s a nice inside look at the workings of the Court and their counterparts. It’s a story of revenge and redemption, using the tried and proven formula of good vs. evil, the haves vs. the have nots. A plus for the entire world building throughout this story. It was absolutely phenomenal. You actually could feel yourself in this dark and dreary place. You could feel the pain and suffering of the children at the expense of the rich and those in charage of the individual Guilds. I am looking forward to the next books to see how the author progresses Nina and whether she will have time for any romance or not.

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#Review - Where There Be Humans by Rebekah L. Purdy #YA #Fantasy

Series: Standalone
Format: eBook, 263 pages
Release Date: June 1st 2020
Publisher: Entangled: Teen
Source: Publisher
Genre: Young Adult / Fantasy

Sixteen-year-old Ivy Archer is arguably the best warrior-in-training Gob Hollow has ever seen. Yet everyone—except her best friend she suddenly has other feelings for—looks down on her because she's only half goblin, with no idea what the other half is. She’s always suspected it might be human.

But humans, she’s been told, aren’t real. They’re only creatures of myth.

When the prince of their kingdom is taken for ransom, it’s Ivy's big chance to prove her worth. And when she learns his captors are human, the rescue mission becomes personal. The stories were clearly wrong, and now she has a chance to find the truth about her lineage, as well. If she survives…

With a small band of warriors at her command, including her best friend turned crush that’s getting harder to hide, Ivy sets out to find the prince and her human family. But the answers lie within secrets and conspiracies that run far deeper than she ever imagined.

Where There Be Humans, by author Rebekah L. Purdy, follows 16-year old Ivy Archer as she journey's for clues to her heritage, and to save the boy who she respects. Ivy lives in a place called Gob Hollow where she's an outcast. She has no clue who her mother is since the truth has been kept from her. She believes that she's 1/2 human and 1/2 Goblin since her skin coloring and features are entirely different from everyone else. Even though she's one of the finest students and warriors in training of her age, but she's never taken seriously. 

She's been told that humans are fictitious and don't exist. But, she knows otherwise because she's been doing her own research. Her only real friends are Pudge Wayfever and Prince Dorian. When King Starshooter decides it's time for a coming of age journey to the Outer Realm for the first time in 17 years, Ivy knows that this might be her best shot to prove to everyone, including her father, that she's more than qualified to take this dangerous journey and hold the Sword of Avarik. Unfortunately, and for other reasons I won't spoil, Prince Dorian is chosen instead. 

Ivy knows that something happened 17 years ago when the King was a boy who traveled to the Outer Realm. There are a few people still alive who know the truth including her father and their cook. For Ivy, something surprising happens to her. She appears to have been chosen by the Goblin's Hag for some reason that won't become clear until much later in this story. It will also explain why she's so different from everyone else in Gob Hollow. With her father and cook being very secretive, Ivy feels as though she is being punished while everyone else can get away with whatever they want to. 

In that regards, it is Dorian who is chosen to go on the quest after making his intention know that he plans to marry Ivy. But, when Dorian doesn't return after several months and appears to have been captured by Elves, there is only one choice as to who is going to bring him back: Ivy. As the truth about Ivy's tattoo's are revealed, Ivy becomes aware that she's been lied to her entire life. Also, since the Hag has chosen her, there is no way the King can refuse to allow her to go on this journey. She, and her best friend Pudge join the rescue attempt at bringing Dorian back home. 

What they don't count on is discovering the truth about her heritage, the truth about humans, and a large conspiracy that could destroy Gob Hollow if someone doesn't step up. Ivy struggles mightily to remain calm in a constant storm of turmoil. She knows that there is only one person she can trust. Everyone else seems to have their own agenda and their subterfuge may encompass a large swath of Goblins. Ivy's time in the human world is brief by dangerous. She encounters hatred at the extreme level but also love from a woman who knew Ivy's mother. In the human world, Goblins are the ones who are thought to be fairy tales. Ivy also encounters new allies and her feelings for Pudge grow stronger and the danger gets more intense. 

Overall, I really liked Ivy. I liked that she shows courage in the face of one dangerous situation after the other. I liked that Pudge wasn't shoved out of the way to make room for Ivy to fall in love with someone else. The ending is a bit on the predictable side but I'm satisfied overall with the story.

 

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#Review - Sisters of the Perilous Heart by Sandra L. Vasher #YA #Fantasy #SyFy

Series: Mortal Heritance #1
Format: Paperback, 395 pages
Release Date: May 5th 2020
Publisher: Mortal Ink Press, LLC
Source: Publisher via NetGalley
Genre: Young Adult / Fantasy / Syfy

What would you do to save a sister?

As the last mortal kingdom of Kepler resists the Immortal Empire, its young queen faces a devastating attack. Queen Vivian is two minutes into her reign when an arrow pierces her heart and infects her with the Immortality Virus. But she has too much magic to become immortal and not enough to survive. She must find more magic fast, or she’ll die.

Meanwhile, another young mortal faces an uncertain future of her own. Carina is fleeing for her life, but her magic is a tracking beam for immortals. She must learn to harness and control it, or she’ll be captured and killed. Then she meets the queen of South Kepler.

Vivian needs Carina’s magic, and she can offer safe haven in exchange. But can Vivian trust this common girl? Carina isn’t on the kingdom’s registry of magicians. What if she’s a Northern rebel? A spy for the Immortal Empire? And will the truth be revealed in time to save them both?

Sisters of the Perilous Heart is the first installment in author Sandra L. Vasher's Mortal Heritance series. This story takes place on the planet of Kepler. The backstory is that once upon a time, scientists on Earth apparently discovered the Immortality Virus by combining HIV with Influenza. Now, I'm not a virologist, but this seems kind of absurd to me. But I digress. Even though the story primarily focuses on two separate young women, Queen Vivian Wellington and Carina Grace, you cannot ignore in-between chapters or the secondary characters.

2 minutes into her reign as Queen of the Southern Kingdom of Kepler, assassins target the new queen with an arrow infected with the Immortal Virus. Thanks to Vivian's magic, she's able to stay mortal and not turn into one of the Red Eyed Immortals who have no emotions except hatred for mortals. As her life fades, she and her bickering brothers (Bastian & Nathaniel) hunt desperately for the magic they need to cure the virus. Time is not on their side. If she tries to use her magic, she will die.

The Sisters of Novi Dupree make the best beer on planet Kepler, and 16-year-old Carina, who has lived with the Sisters since her parents died, only wants a taste of sassafras. But when her increasingly use of telekinetic magic lands her in trouble, she and Miguela are forced to flee the only place they felt safe. With the mysterious Max alongside, and the dangerous, immortal Red-Eyed Ones after her, Carina must figure out a way to stay under their radar until she can reach a safe destination. 

There is a backstory to Carina and her sister as well. The sisters were smuggled to Novi Dupree by a stranger with a purple scar from his left ear to corner of his mouth. Nothing is known about this stranger or where he disappeared to until the sisters meet him again later in this story. The author is keeping this man's identity a secret for some reason. Maybe we will learn about it in the next installment. The question is also about the sisters who raised Carina and Miguela as well. Especially Sister Agda. I'm hoping to learn more.

It's fair to say that Vivian doesn't get enough of her own story to tell. She's always on the edge of scenes where it is her brothers who bicker and argue and attempt to keep her alive until they can find a cure for the virus. A Virus that nobody has seen before. She does have a curious romance with Captain Brandon Thurlow who is supposed to be protecting her. There are also questions as to those response for targeting Vivian in the first place. Was it her own mother, Constance, who seems to control the Southern Kingdom of Kepler? Or, the Immortal Empire who wants to take out the remaining Cardinal family?

Vivian and her brothers are all Cardinals. That means they are magic users blessed with three kind of magic. Telekinesis (they can move stuff), thermodynamics (they either control hot or cold), and a special ability unique to each individual. Vivian can see relationships between people in colored threads that bind people. Bastian can tell if someone is lying, and Nate talks to animals. The immortals are trying to eliminate anyone with magic because they don’t like people with magic and want to kill them all. Simple. Or is it?

 

When Vivian meets Carina, she sees an opportunity. Is this girl with too much magic someone she can trust? And can Carina trust Vivian? She's been busy enough trying to keep her sister safe and contending with Max who somehow carries a weapon that is supposed to be outlawed. Vivian is powerful, but she doesn't want to live as an Immortal. She'd rather die than turn into an unfeeling scourge. So, the question becomes, how much would you sacrifice to protect yourself and the ones you love the most? 

Certain Mortals in the Cardinal families have strong abilities in telekinesis and either heat or cold, while most people have some mild telekinetic skill. Carina has a duality of magic that makes her run on the cold side. While Vivian knows everything about her powers, Carina knows almost nothing. She's been hidden from the world for her own protection and has been forbidden to use her magic. Yet, when push comes to shove, her magic may be the one thing to say her and her sister who also has magic but has kept it quite for fear of luring the Red Eyes to them. 

This is a book that mixes fantasy with science fiction. The setting is very much like Earth but 4,000 years into the future. There are many unanswered questions left after you turn the final page. What will happen next for Bastian who seems so angry and so set on taking his anger out on everyone around him including Brandon? What is up with Nate? He's supposed to be the next in line for the throne, but he has lots of questions about whether he is strong enough. Can we really trust what happens to Carina in the end, or is this another rope a dope to lure readers into picking up the sequel to find out?

  

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#Review - Queen's Peril by E.K. Johnston #YA #SyFy

Series: Star Wars Disney Canon Novel
Format: Hardcover, 288 pages
Release Date: June 2, 2020
Publisher: Disney Lucas film Press
Source: Publisher
Genre: Young Adult / Science Fiction

When fourteen-year-old Padmé Naberrie wins the election for Queen of Naboo, she adopts the name Amidala and leaves her family to the rule from the royal palace. To keep her safe and secure, she’ll need a group of skilled handmaidens who can be her assistants, confidantes, defenders, and decoys. Each girl is selected for her particular talents, but it will be up to Padmé to unite them as a group. When Naboo is invaded by forces of the Trade Federation, Queen Amidala and her handmaidens will face the greatest test—of themselves, and of each other.

E.K. Johnston's first Star Wars young adult novel, Ahsoka, hit #1 on the New York Times best-seller list, and the companion to this book, Queen's Shadow, debuted at #4 on the New York Times best-seller list in March 2019. Queen's Peril is the prequel to the novel Queen's Shadow, further exploring the life of the iconic Padmé Naberrie Amidala. To put it in further perspective, the events in this novel take place after Master and Apprentice and includes parts of the film, The Phantom Menace. 


Even though most people were annoyed with Jar Jar Binks for his over the top theatrics, it was characters like Queen Amidala, Qarsh Panaka, Senator Palpatine, Qui-Gon, Yoda, and Obi-Wan Kenobhi that won me over. It was the villainous Darth Sidious and his apprentice Darth Maul. It was the little boy who would grow up to become Anakin Skywalker as well as his mother Shmi. But, now, readers get an inside look into Padmés hand picked handmaidens Eirtama, Suyan, Sasheh, Rabene, and Hiyon. 


Captain Panaka finds a group of girls each with different personalities. Amidala’s handmaidens were each chosen due to their abilities and the book goes through each of them to explain how and why they were picked. Padmes' intentions with her handmaidens are to have them protect her with there identities rather than using a blaster. The first handmaiden was Tsabin (Sabé). The Queen and Sabé reached a strong bond between the two sharing everything to understand each other. In fact, the two are near images of the other.


Four more girls had joined the Queen; Rabene (Rabé) Tonsort, a gifted artist and actress, Eirtama (Eirtaé) Ballory, a scientist and engineer, Sayan (Yané) Higin, a seamstress and maker, and Sashah (Saché) Adova the smallest one in the group. Each girl is as distinct as the skills she brings to the group. Their relationships are complicated and real. Captain Panaka is tossed into the deep end when it comes to dealing with a group of teenage girls; when he thinks he’s in control, he’s usually not. 


The Phantom Menace is rehashed in the final 25% of the book but from a different prospective which I think most readers will find enlightening. Do you need to watch The Phantom Menace first? I think it's a good idea since much of the movie doesn't fit into this story. Especially the invasion of Naboo, Qui-Gon, and Obi-Wan fight with Darth Maul, and the final fight between Amidala's new allies and the Trade Federation.
 

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#Review - The Prisoner's Wife by Maggie Brookes #Historical #Fiction

Series: Standalone
Format: Paperback, 400 pages
Release Date: May 26, 2020
Publisher: Berkley Books
Source: Publisher
Genre: Historical / World War II

Inspired by the true story of a daring deception that plunges a courageous young woman deep into the horrors of a Nazi POW camp to be with the man she loves.
In the dead of night, a Czech farm girl and a British soldier travel through the countryside. Izabela and prisoner-of-war Bill have secretly married, and are on the run, with Izzy dressed as a man. The young husband and wife evade capture for as long as possible, until they are cornered by Nazi soldiers with tracker dogs.

Izzy’s disguise works. The couple are assumed to be two escaped British soldiers and transported to a POW camp. However, their true test has just begun as they face terrible living conditions and the constant terror of Izzy’s exposure. But in the midst of unimaginable horrors comes hope, for the young couple are befriended by a small group of fellow prisoners. These men become their new family, willing to risk their lives to save Izzy from being discovered and shot.

The Prisoner’s Wife tells of an incredible risk, and how our deepest bonds are tested in desperate times. Bill and Izzy’s is a story of love and survival, against the darkest odds.

Based on a true story told by a former POW to the author in 2008, The Prisoner’s Wife by Maggie Brookes is a brilliant historical fiction book. This story is broken up into four different books. Book One introduces readers to Izabela who is living on a farm in Vrazne, Czechoslovakia with her mother and little brother Marek. Her father and older brother left the farm months ago, and are both fighting with the Czechoslovakia resistance which has been gaining steam against the German occupiers.

One day there’s a knock on the door, it’s a Nazi Officer Izabela nicknames Captain Oily and he’s organized prisoners of war to help harvest the families hay. The following morning five POW’s along with a guard arrive at the farm. Bill is an English soldier who was captured in the Siege of Tobruk, Libya that lasted for 241 days in 1941. Izzy quickly falls in love with Bill after days of giving him food and water in order to life. Izzy’s mother is very concerned about her daughters welfare thinking she will end up like Izzy's former classmates selling themselves for money. 

While Bill is teaching Izzy English, they make a secret plan to marry. But, their freedom doesn't last all that long before they are captured by German soldiers. Izzy chooses to dress as a boy, changes her name to Cousins, and pretends she is mute due to the war. Bill knows that if Izzy is caught by the Russians, nothing good will happen. Russians are known to take what they want and damn the consequences. Izzy also knows that if someone finds out she's a female, the consequences will be her immediate execution as a spy.  

Bill and Izzy end up in Stalag VIII-B Lamsdorf German Army prisoner of war camp (later renumbered Stalag-344). This is the start of the second book. It doesn't take Izzy long to miss her family and or to trust a few good men like Ralph & Max & Scotty to protect her secret at all costs. The author digs deep into the POW's hardship in the camps. They were forced to do back breaking hard labor, they were constantly hungry, and freezing cold, they became filthy, sick, infested with lice,  and moved from one camp to another and not to mention the horror filled death marches which you folks only though the Japanese did on Bataan.

Book Three is mostly about Izzy, Bill, Scotty, Ralph and Max's experiences at a German work camp in Czechoslovakia where Izzy wonders if her brother and father are still alive or not or if she could get word to them that she's alive. Has her mother forgiven her for leaving when the Russians are marching towards them? As the Russians move closer to the camp, Izzy faces serious challenges from predators as well as a women who believes that it's time for Izzy to escape while she still can. 

Book Four encompasses the Long Marches that took place in 1945 and well as shocking events that leave you gasping and wondering what the author will do next. As the Soviet army was advancing on Poland, the Nazis made the decision to evacuate the PoW camps to prevent the liberation of the prisoners by the Russians. Germans believed the allied POW's would join the Russians to fight against the Germans. In most camps, the PoWs were actually broken up in groups of 250 to 300 men and because of the inadequate roads and the flow of battle, not all the prisoners followed the same route. 

The groups would march 20 to 40 kilometres a day - resting in factories, churches, barns and even in the open. Soon long columns of PoWs were wandering over the northern part of Germany with little or nothing in the way of food, clothing, shelter or medical care. Because of the unsanitary conditions and a near starvation diet, hundreds of PoWs died along the way from exhaustion as well as pneumonia, diphtheria, pellagra, and other diseases.

Typhus was spread by body lice. Sleeping outside on frozen ground resulted in frostbite that in many cases required the amputation of extremities. In addition to these conditions were the dangers from air attack by Allied forces mistaking the POWs for retreating columns of German troops. At a village called Gresse, 60 Allied POWs died in a "friendly-fire" situation when strafed by a flight of RAF Typhoons. Izzy isn't immune to the extreme affects on her shrinking body. From Bronchitis, to lice in private areas, Izzy still has to make sure she takes care of a friend who has protected her from the beginning.

Despite all the challenges, Bill and Izzy’s love for one other never changes. Times are turbulent, people's nerves are frayed and broken, allies are bombing allies, Izzy grows weaker and losing weight rapidly, but she refuses to give up and lay down to die. The friendship she makes with other POW’s, and the unbreakable bond formed between them all, how they all look after each other is truly inspiring and a tribute to humanity. It's fair to say that Izzy is an inspiration to all young women. Never give up. Push forward and thru any challenges. 

Note: My review is based on my thoughts as well as social discussion as to how awful World War II really was. The reader must understand that I am a historical thinker who believes that schools, especially teachers of History, are ignoring the past and not understanding that by ignoring the past, we are giving it the green light to happen again in our lifetimes.

Chapter One

War had ripped across Europe for five years-a great tornado, scattering families, tearing millions of people from their loved ones forever. But sometimes, just sometimes, it threw them together. Like with me and Bill. A Czech farm girl and a London boy who would never have met, hurled into each other’s path. And we reached out, caught hold and gripped each other tight.

We had the Oily Captain to thank for bringing us together. I always thought of him as the Oily Captain because there was something too eager to please in his manner that made me despise him. Although he was a Nazi officer, he was nothing like the bands of SS who descended without warning to search the farm and interrogate us about my father and my older brother, Jan.

We knew at once that he was different, because the first day he turned up at the farm, he even knocked at the back door before he pushed it open. He stood silhouetted in the door frame, stocky and well-fed on “requisitioned” farm produce.

My mother was by the sink, cutting potatoes. She dropped a potato in the water and turned, keeping the knife in her right hand.

In one glance he took in the kitchen-the knife, my mother in her apron, me with my books spread out on the table and Marek playing on the floor.

“Do you speak German?” he asked her politely, although most people in our region spoke nothing else.

“Of course,” my mother replied in her impeccable High German accent, brushing a wisp of hair from her eyes with the back of her left hand. I nodded too, imperceptibly.

His face brightened. “May I come in?”

My mother made a small flick of her fingers, which meant “Can I stop you?” and he took a step forward.

She rested her knife hand on the edge of the sink and frowned at the mud he’d walked onto her clean floor. My little brother, Marek, stood up. He was only eight, but took his position as man of the house very seriously.

The captain removed his hat. Beneath it his hair was short and peppered with gray. He had the open face of a countryman used to looking at the sky. His lips were thin and maybe mean, but the wrinkles around his eyes spoke of someone who liked to laugh. He seemed older with his hat off.

“I’ve been looking over your farm….” My mother’s face darkened, and he waved his innocence. “I want to offer you some help to bring in the crops.”

Only so you can confiscate them, I thought, and knew my mother was thinking the same. They requisitioned every turnip, every bushel of oats, every ham we produced.

“I’ve got a working party of prisoners of war from the sawmill at Mankendorf. They’re improving the road for the timber lorries, but I could spare a man or two to help you at the busiest times. My orders are to improve forestry and agriculture in the region. It’s a big farm for the two of you.”

“Three,” said my brother, and my mother put a warning hand on his shoulder.

The captain nodded seriously. “Three.”

He was right, of course. Even if we worked from sunup to sundown, there was no way that my mother and I could do the work of my father, my brother Jan and the two hired men we’d lost.

“What’s your name?” the captain asked my brother in a friendly way.

He hesitated and then said, “Marek,” the name he had from his Czech grandfather. Outside the house and at school, he normally used his other name, Heinrich, from our mother’s father. My mother and I glanced at each other but didn’t speak.

“It’s a very nice farm,” the captain continued. “I grew up on a farm, and I know how much work it can be.”

I was thinking that I preferred the real Nazis, who didn’t bother to make conversation but searched in every room and turned over the contents of every cupboard without asking, as if it were their right. You could hate them with white-hot venom. We kept our eyes fixed on the floor when they were in the house, knowing our faces would betray our loathing.

But with the Oily Captain, even the first time, when I stared at him, he was the first to look away.

“What’s most urgent?” he asked.

“First the hay must be cut, before we have a thunderstorm,” my mother said, and he nodded. It was odd to hear her speaking German in the house. We’d spoken only Czech here for five years, ever since the Nazis had marched into Prague.

“Tomorrow morning, then,” he said, and replaced his hat and raised his arm in a salute, which looked more like he was trying to keep the sun out of his eyes. “Heil Hitler.”

We muttered unintelligibly, and he turned and left. Marek sat down again.

The captain’s footsteps clicked away from the house. He held one leg stiff, and I could hear it in the irregular clack of his boots. I supposed that was why he wasn’t away slaughtering Russians or hunting down partisans like my father and Jan. Perhaps he had a false leg.

When he was out of earshot, my mother exhaled and reverted to Czech. “Well,” she said, “I can’t say it won’t help. As long as he isn’t around poking his nose in all the time.”


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At five thirty the next morning, my mother and I were still having breakfast when there came a loud thumping on the wagon doors that opened from the road into the courtyard of our farm.

My mother drank the last of her coffee and pulled a light shawl around her shoulders.

She held herself very erect, and her jaw was set firm, as if she expected to have to prove to them that she was the farmer and not just the farmer’s wife. She’d pulled her curly hair back under a black head scarf, which made her look severe and almost frightening. We slipped on our clogs as the Oily Captain knocked at the back door and politely asked if we were ready for them. He looked so pleased with himself that I could have smacked him.

“I’m afraid I have to leave a guard as well, because of your husband and your older son.” He shrugged apologetically.

My mother didn’t speak, but closed the door in his face, crossed the kitchen and swished out into the courtyard to lift the great beam behind the wagon doors. Outside was a small truck with about twenty men on it. Five prisoners and an elderly guard were climbing down. My mother held one of the huge doors open enough for them to pass through single file, and scrutinized each man as he passed. Behind them came the Oily Captain, who fussily and quite unnecessarily helped her to lower the beam back into place.

The five prisoners of war marched into our courtyard, and the guard gave a loud, stamping order to halt. I yawned as I leaned against the kitchen doorway, looking on. Marek peeped out past me.

The men lined up, and that was the first time I saw Bill. He stood out from the others because of his blond hair, slate blue eyes and baby face, almost too pretty for a man. I thought he might be Polish; I didn’t know that Englishmen could have that kind of coloring. All the prisoners, including him, were gaping at my mother, who stood in front of them beside the Oily Captain. For a moment I saw her as they did: her womanly shape, her dark eyes and head held high. Despite her worn work skirts, she looked somehow regal, a queen disguised as a peasant.

“They’ll do,” she said, and clacked across the yard in her clogs to fetch tools from the stable. The prisoners were looking around them, taking everything in: the house, stables, barn and hay barn, which formed a tight, enclosed square around our courtyard. Perhaps they were looking for ways they might escape. Their gazes locked on me as I approached. When I stared back at them, their eyes dropped to the ground or skittered onto something neutral in the yard-the water pump, the old tin bath, our bright red roof tiles. They knew the guard was watching them closely. But Bill continued to regard me in a clear, appraising way, and I raised my chin and looked back. It wasn’t love at first sight, or even lust, but there was a something, a metallic frisson in the air, a kind of challenge thrown out and returned. Maybe a kind of recognition.

The Oily Captain made small talk with my mother as she handed out the scythes, rakes and pitchforks, but the guard kept his rifle trained on the young men, who had just been issued tools they could use as weapons. He cleared his throat and spoke to the prisoners in English. “Don’t any of you boys try anything stupid. Don’t forget I was in the trenches, and I have many scores to settle.”

They nodded, and I filed away the information that the old guard spoke excellent English.

My mother opened the hay barn door and led the way through it and out into the fields. I brought up the rear. For a few steps, the Oily Captain was lolloping beside her in his stiff-legged way, trying to finish the conversation as she strode off. I couldn’t help smiling, and again I caught Bill’s eye and saw both amusement and approval of my mother. His face seemed to light up when he smiled. The Oily Captain must have realized he was being made a fool of, because he suddenly stopped, clicked his heels and wished her a very good day. She turned and politely thanked him for providing her with help on the farm. He looked very pleased with himself as he marched away to his car.

At the edge of the first field, my mother demonstrated the correct use of a scythe. Two men hardly watched her at all, but Bill showed keen interest, mirroring the movements she made. I guessed he was a city boy, and this was new to him. She made them practice until she was satisfied that they would do a good job. The two who hadn’t been watching had obviously harvested plenty of fields before, but Bill and his friend made several blundering strokes before either managed to cut anything. I felt hot with embarrassment for them, but my mother was patient and stood behind Bill, lowering his right elbow to the correct position until he swished cleanly through the stalks and looked up to me in delight and triumph. I couldn’t help smiling back.

The guards had done well to rouse the prisoners early, because the heat was soon hammering down from a cloud-free sky. We were cutting hay, and it was tiring, thirsty work, trying to get it all into the barn before any rain came. There was always a danger of thunderstorms on these hot days. One by one the men asked permission to remove their battle dress jackets and the shirts beneath. I was shocked at how thin they looked, with ribs standing out like those of a neglected horse. Some, including Bill, wore tattered vests. Ignoring the guard who was shouting at him to hurry and get back to work, he carefully tied his shirt into a makeshift hat and cover for his neck and scrawny shoulders. Looking at the blue-whiteness of his skin, I thought, I bet he burns really easily. I would only turn brown in the sun, not burn.

My mother and I worked with them to make sure they did everything in the way she liked. Who knew in what strange ways such things were done in England?

Four of the men, including Bill, were working down the rows with scythes, cutting the sweet-smelling hay, while mother and I and the fifth man went along behind, bending to swish the hay into sheaves, tying them roughly with one stalk and standing them together to dry in the air. We worked slowly and steadily, not talking, and every now and then mother and I would straighten our backs and look around.

She was checking on the men with the scythes, whether they seemed to know what they were doing, whether they were missing anything, whether they needed the whetstone to sharpen their tools. I was looking at the gold of the field, the china blue of the sky, and-out of the corner of my eye-the easy swinging movements Bill was now making with the scythe. I could see how all the muscles in his back and shoulders worked together in the swing. There was something quick and fluid about his movements. Bright and mercurial.

As Bill worked, he whistled tune after tune, swinging the scythe in time with the music he made. I didn’t recognize any of the songs, but sometimes the other men would join in and sing a chorus.

When it became apparent that the guard expected them to work all morning in the heat without anything to drink, mother sent me back to the farm for water, which I took around to each of them, pouring some into a tin cup and letting them drink. Bill smiled a wide, joyful smile. One of his top front teeth was chipped.

“I wish…beer,” I said in my halting English, and he beamed even wider.

“I’ll pretend it is.” He grinned, smacking his lips appreciatively. I could see him trying to think of something to say to extend the conversation. “Do you make beer here?” he asked.

I nodded. “We grow…” I didn’t know the word for “barley.”

“You grow beer?” He playacted amazement. “I’ve died and gone to ’eaven.”

A laugh escaped me, and the guard strode over to poke Bill hard in the ribs with the barrel of the rifle in a way I knew would bruise, and he shouted at him in English, “Get back to work. Lazy swine.”

I learned quickly that I mustn’t laugh out loud or draw the guard’s attention to the prisoners.


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The guard stood at the edge of the field in the thin shade of a straggly tree and watched us all work, fiddling with his rifle and his tight collar. Sweat poured down his face. He kept batting away a persistent horsefly or mosquito, and I willed it to bite him. He was a postern rather than regular army—perhaps happy to have work guarding POWs rather than being on the front lines again. I’m sure he knew how easily this bunch of young men could overcome him, if they chose. All that lay between them was his rifle and his sense of self-importance. And the fact that if they ever tried to escape, they were deep in the heart of Nazi Europe, more than a thousand kilometers from the neutral countries of Switzerland or Sweden. I felt Bill watching me watching the guard, but I didn’t look at him.

The prisoners were allowed to stop at noon for lunch, and pulled tiny squares of bread from their packs. Mother took one look at their rations and signaled to me to go back to the farmhouse for the loaf she’d baked yesterday, for farm butter and cheese. I brought beer too, for the guard, to keep him sweet and make sure he would continue to bring the men back to us. I was careful to take him lunch his first, and swallowed my dismay at how much of the cheese he took. I wished I’d hidden the total amount and just brought his separately.

I carried what remained to the prisoners, who were lying in the shade of a big oak tree. Some were asleep. Only Bill was sitting, with his back against the tree trunk, watching me as I went around to the others. They each looked as if I were giving them the best meal they’d ever tasted. I saved Bill’s till last.

He grinned at me as I leaned down to him with the tiny portion of food, and I smiled back. As he squinted up at me, his eyes were bluer than they’d seemed in the yard. His mouth was wide, as if it liked to smile. The other men were only interested in the food I gave them, but he held my gaze.

“Do you make the bread and cheese here too?” he said slowly and clearly.

I struggled to retrieve my poor English and wished I’d worked harder at it in school.

“Yes, we make.”

“Best I’ve ’ad for years.”

He smiled at me until I dropped my eyes. I wasn’t often lost for words, but I couldn’t think of the English vocabulary.

“I . . . hope . . . like,” I said slowly.

His eyes twinkled mischievously. “Oh, I like very much.”

My stomach tightened, knowing he didn’t mean the cheese, but I retorted in Czech, “You haven’t got many girls to compare me with,” kicking myself for not being able to say it in English.

I felt his gaze on me as I walked back to my mother.

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