Die Grief ( the Griffin )

Die Grief ( the Griffin )

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The Third Reich is dying. A group of Nazis, the Grief, plan to steal a fortune. Six pairs of identical twins, victims of medical experiments in the Jena Concentration Camp, are only clues to the location. Twenty years later, one by one, they are being killed for the secret. A lost manuscript from Jena turns up. It tells that under torture, these children revealed a unique power of silent communication. Because the civilized world would never permit repeating the experiments, Doctor Paul Brunelle, a medical researcher, must find and save the twins. He teams with Ann Rodl, whose father was a high-ranking member of the Grief, and, executed by them at Jena. The two competing groups race across Europe, each trying desperately to locate the twins before the other does. What they do not know is that, years before, unknown forces devised a series of clever deceptions to crush their efforts and put them in mortal danger. Not until the very last page will the deadly charade be revealed in an unforgettable scene of horrendous incredible terror! K I R K U S R E V I E W S .."..audacious Nazi mystery with plenty of well-plotted twists." ..".the story takes many unexpected turns." ..". the novel's settings are vivid and refreshingly detailed." " ...the cast of villains is equally colorful." " ...the overall story is excellent." " ...REASON TO LOOK FORWARD TO MORE FROM THIS AUTHOR ."
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  • Paperback | 322 pages
  • 152 x 229 x 18mm | 472g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1514311003
  • 9781514311004

About Jon Court

JON COURT: I am 36 and a single dad. I was born in Arizona. My father was a rancher on a property dating from the original Spanish land grants. My mother was a school teacher. I was an only child and home schooled, except for 2 years at a Community College in Tucson. I met my wife there and learned that imagination could soar beyond the limitations of time and space. Ann died of Valley Fever, which most of us get, but pass off with little trouble. I care for Luke, who I hope will live up to his name and become a doctor some day. Unfortunately, he will have to be educated away as I cannot give him what he will require to get into a medical school. At night, I write to speed the hours till dawn. With a little ' agave nectar ' for company, my mind escapes to distant places and people and years I will never touch. The desert has many sounds when it is dark. On occasions, I hear the shuffling steps of passing Mexicans on their way to our 'cities of gold.' I leave out food and water, and hope they will pass silently on their furtive quest.
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