Before there was D-Day...
For over two years, she’s watched him.
Now he’s on her doorstep.
This is life in the Resistance.
In Normandy in 1943, Victoire leads a band of the Resistance. When Leal, the man she’s had watched for over two years, arrives at her doorstep, she’ll have to face new challenges in war and in love.
Robberies, a kidnapping and clandestine night adventures were not at all what Victoire planned for her life. And she most certainly never planned to be betrayed. But war — and love — are unpredictable. Joined by her friend Rainier who is mistrusted by Leal, the mysterious Voleta, and Father Pierre, Victoire and Leal must struggle for survival, the grounds of France, and the material of their souls.
When Leal unearths a twenty-five-year-old secret, with Victoire at the center, her whole life is shaken. As the Allies approach, the past, present and future hang in the balance. Can anyone be trusted when the world spins upside down?
Megan Easley-Walsh is a bestselling author of historical fiction, a researcher, and a writing consultant and editor at Extra Ink Edits. She is an award-winning writer and has taught college writing in the UNESCO literature city of Dublin, Ireland. Her degrees are in history-focused International Relations. She is American and lives in Ireland with her Irish husband.
Father Pierre's spirit of adventure, of wondering about the past of the crypt is exactly what happens when writing historical fiction. Something intrigues the author and then there is a thread that is followed, stones that are uncovered. For the reader, discovering a story is like that too. Just one more page. Just one more step. One more mystery lurks around the corner. As a reader, and as an author, I love that sense of anticipation, that thrill of not knowing what will happen, but desperately needing to know. Living in Europe, I've been into crypts of Medieval churches, just like in this scene. There is a heaviness in the air. History is palpable. Its secrets are ready to be discovered!
Flight Before Dawn
He liked to stand in front of his stone depiction and imagine the exploits that he had been on. Had he captured the heart of a noble lady? Perhaps, he had fought bravely in the Crusades. Father Pierre had fostered a love of adventure stories since he was a young boy. As thrilling as they were, they paled in comparison to the wonder of being the hero of the story himself. If anyone were watching him now, they would have questioned the priest’s sanity. He pushed aside the top of the tomb. There were no skeletal remains of this knightly lord, but rather a brand new wooden casket. Father Pierre pushed aside the casket lid and smiled.