Fiction European War

Anna Hall was a beautiful and skilled Second World War air force operative, guiding RAF pilots during the Battle of Britain - before a bomb killed her sister and left her disfigured. In the aftermath, haunted by her failure to keep her sister safe, Anna retreats to a posting in the countryside - until a chance encounter spins her life in a new direction.

1943: Europe is at war - but neutral Ireland is isolated from the storm. In a sleepy coastal village south of Dublin, eighteen-year-old Aileen Sweeney meets soldier Niall O’Rourke at a dance, and the spark between them soon ignites a powerful love. But when Niall makes a life-changing and contentious decision, Aileen’s hopes and dreams fall apart. In an instant Niall is transformed from dashing suitor to social outcast, and the fallout leaves each of them navigating the consequences alone. Putting her innocence behind her, Aileen must make her own tough choices.

Jerusalem, 1947: Judith, a young Jewish woman who survived Dachau concentration camp, arrives in Palestine after a treacherous journey and seeks refuge with her only remaining relative, her uncle. When Judith learns her uncle has died, she tries to take her own life in despair. In Hadassah Hospital, Hana, an Arab nurse, saves Judith’s life by donating her own blood. A fragile bond of friendship develops between the two women, but it will face a harsh test over time.

Max Anger is a man on the edge. The former fighter in an elite band of special-ops soldiers in Sweden, Anger is haunted by battle scars, a childhood spent in the Stockholm archipelago, and his own mysterious family past. Now behind a desk at Vektor, a think tank conducting research on Russia, he’s met his match - and fallen in love - with fierce fellow operative Pashie Kovalenko. Like all of Vektor, she’s set her sights on the tenuous future of her country.

"J'ai longtemps rêvé que l'histoire de ma naissance exhibe ses entrailles. Quelle que soit l'odeur qui en surgisse. La pire des puanteurs, c'est le silence." PRIX D'HONNEUR FILIGRANES 2020. Je m'appelle Hildegard Müller. Ceci est mon journal. Le Troisième Reich m'a enfantée. Je suis une oubliée de l'histoire. La seule race que les SS aient créée, c'est la race des orphelins. Qui est Hildegard Müller ? Le jour où il la rencontre, l'homme engagé pour écrire son histoire apprend qu'elle a 76 ans, qu'elle sait à peine lire, à peine écrire.