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10 January 1940 - A plane crash in eastern Belgium leaves the plans for the invasion of the Low Countries in the hands of the Allies - just a week away. Are they real? Lieutenant Janine Carlisle, one of the few women to penetrate the male bastion of the British intelligence service MI6, believes they are and challenges SIS command to act. The date approaches ... with no German military build up and ultimately no invasion. Yet there are whispers in the wind blowing across the bitterly cold winter fields of the Low Countries that hint at a different reality. Is Lieutenant Carlisle the only one listening?…mehr

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10 January 1940 - A plane crash in eastern Belgium leaves the plans for the invasion of the Low Countries in the hands of the Allies - just a week away. Are they real? Lieutenant Janine Carlisle, one of the few women to penetrate the male bastion of the British intelligence service MI6, believes they are and challenges SIS command to act. The date approaches ... with no German military build up and ultimately no invasion. Yet there are whispers in the wind blowing across the bitterly cold winter fields of the Low Countries that hint at a different reality. Is Lieutenant Carlisle the only one listening?


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I have coffee most every morning at my "office" - a small table in a 1920s style restaurant and hotel called the Olympic Club in Centralia, Washington. Visitors assume I work there, some think I am the manager. I direct people to the bathrooms - the urinals in this place are a tourist attraction all by themselves. This is where I write. The chaos and atmosphere prep me for the day, and everyone in town knows if you need to talk to me, just drop by the "Oly Club." I cherish my role as author-in-residence, or that crazy guy at the table by the urinals - it depends on your perspective.