L. W. Hewitt

The Village Bell (The Juno Letters, #14) (eBook, ePUB)

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

"By the order of Wilhelm II, Emperor of the German Empire and King of Prussia, all male inhabitants of the Empire and its territories are hereby ordered to report for military duty according to the quotas so established."

When war broke out in 1914 no one was safe from impressment. In the villages of the Vosges life would forever change as soldiers dragged the men off to war and opportunists pounced on those who remained. Families torn apart by war fled their traditional homelands or starved to death. When the Great Pandemic swept the countryside, those who survived believed Heaven itself had fallen.

As the modern pandemic spreads across France, an obsessed author is racing against time to find the remains of Marianne Bouchard haunted by the peals from the village bell.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: L.W. Hewitt
• Erscheinungstermin: 12. März 2025
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9798230993131
• Artikelnr.: 73629761

Autorenporträt

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."Most don't know I have a master's degree in business, and ran my own technology company for over twenty-five of my last forty working years. I won a national championship on horseback, raced sailboats, wrestled octopus, baby-sat a killer whale, and once was a cook on a salmon purse seiner. I cherish my role as author-in-residence, or that crazy guy at the table by the urinals - it depends on your perspective.