Flame of Resistance

Flame of Resistance

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2013 Christy Award winner!
Years of Nazi occupation have stolen much from Brigitte Durand. Family. Freedom. Hope for a future, especially for a woman with a past like hers. But that changes the day American fighter pilot Tom Jaeger is shot down over occupied France. Picked up by the Resistance, Tom becomes the linchpin in their plan to infiltrate a

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2013 Christy Award winner!
Years of Nazi occupation have stolen much from Brigitte Durand. Family. Freedom. Hope for a future, especially for a woman with a past like hers. But that changes the day American fighter pilot Tom Jaeger is shot down over occupied France. Picked up by the Resistance, Tom becomes the linchpin in their plan to infiltrate a Germans-only brothel and get critical intel out through Brigitte, a prostitute rumored to be sympathetic to the Allied cause.

D-day looms and everyone knows that invasion is imminent. But so is treachery, and the life of one American pilot unexpectedly jeopardizes everything. He becomes more important than the mission to a man who cannot bear to lose another agent and to a woman who is more than just a prostitute, who finally realizes that her actions could change the course of history.

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Christy winner Groot (Madman) sets her WWII-era tale in Normandy in spring 1944. American pilot Tom Jaeger is shot down, and saved and recruited by local French resistance fighters. He will impersonate a German officer to collect intelligence from a local prostitute, Brigitte Durand, whose brothel serves German officers. But when the stakes are high and the French are exhausted by occupation and mistrust, it is easy to slip. Groot cleverly reworks the biblical story of the prostitute Rahab, who helps the forces of Joshua take Jericho. She also does good historical work with details and subtle psychological work with her characters. The Germans aren’t all villains, and not all the resistance fighters are squeaky-clean heroes. She even manages comic relief in spite of the overwhelmingly grim circumstances of occupied France after four years of war. WWII-era novels are popular; this is a superior, page-turning entry in that niche. Publisher's Weekly

Groot's latest release is set to coincidewith D-Day, June 6. Based on real people and events, it is clearly historically accurate and well researched, but the large cast of characters makes it hard to track at times and slows the pace for the first part of the book.

SUMMARY: American pilot Tom Jaeger is shot down in Normandy and taken in by the Resistance. He becomes a key part in their plan to get information on the Germans and their plans for the Caen Canal Bridge. Brigitte Durand, a prostitute at a Germans-only brothel, passes on information to Tom, since she wants to help the Allies. Their window of opportunity is closing, as the invasion looms. ls the Resistance being foolhardy by placing their faith in a pilot and a prostitute? Romantic Times

Romantic Times
Groot's latest release is set to coincidewith D-Day, June 6. Based on real people and events, it is clearly historically accurate and well researched, but the large cast of characters makes it hard to track at times and slows the pace for the first part of the book.

SUMMARY: American pilot Tom Jaeger is shot down in Normandy and taken in by the Resistance. He becomes a key part in their plan to get information on the Germans and their plans for the Caen Canal Bridge. Brigitte Durand, a prostitute at a Germans-only brothel, passes on information to Tom, since she wants to help the Allies. Their window of opportunity is closing, as the invasion looms. ls the Resistance being foolhardy by placing their faith in a pilot and a prostitute?

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ISBN-13:
9781414373775
Publisher:
Tyndale House Publishers
Publication date:
05/18/2012
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FLAME of RESISTANCE

their dangerous plan could change the tides of war....
By TRACY GROOT

Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2012 Tracy Groot
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4143-5947-2


Chapter One

THE SUN CAME warm through the plexishield. The shield squeaked as Tom wiped a patch of condensation. He was no good with words, and he didn't have to be. Plenty of aviators said it for him. One talked of slipping the surly bonds of earth, and of sun-split clouds. Another spoke of rarefied splendor. "Untrespassed sanctity" was a favorite, and those were the words he'd use to tell the folks.

Untrespassed sanctity, he'd say of the English Channel, and of the gut-thrum of his aircraft, of the daily sorties to France, and his placement in the V. It never got old. It was untrespassed. Maybe not invincible, but so far, on his watch, untrespassed.

I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I

"Angel flight, this is lead." Captain Fitz finally broke radio silence. "Rolling in."

The five Thunderbolts approached the target area, flying in lovely V formation. Tom would ransack his vocabulary for a different word than lovely if talking with the guys, but the new guy from Molesworth stayed on his wing pretty as pie. Someday he'd like to hear a liberated Frenchman say, There I was, getting beat up by a Nazi; we look up and see this lovely V ...

"One and two, take targets on the right.Three and four—"

"Captain! We got movement—"

Antiair flak slammed her belly, blew a hole in the front of the cowling. Tom barely knew he was hit before oil pressure plummeted. "Mayday—this is Angel three. I'm hit! I'm hit."

"Angel three, can you make it back?"

"Pressure gauge says no, flight lead. I'm going in."

"Copy. We'll cap the area." Then, "Good luck, Tom."

"Good luck, Cab," another echoed.

"Guts and glory, Cabby," called another.

Bullets stitched the plane as he peeled off the target. Smoke filled the cockpit, burnt oil singed his nostrils. She was flagging the second she was hit, but he gripped the stick and pulled back to get as much height as he could before bailing.

He tried for a look at the ground but couldn't see through the smoke. Where was he? Too charmed by rarefied splendor and the alignment of his wingman to—

"Normandy," Tom coughed. Northeastern Normandy.

Flak exploded and pinged, black patches pockmarked the sky, and as Tom gained altitude, he heard a conversation in the debrief room.

Then Cabby got hit, and that was it, the whole ground opened up on us.

You capped the area ...

Stayed as long as we could, sir, but it was too hot.

Where was he in Normandy? Caen? Cabourg? Maybe he could—

But the old girl jerked, leveled, and he had no hope of circling back to bail in the sea.

Why do you call him Cabby?

He looks like he jumped outta the womb hollering, "Heil Hitler," but didn't like us calling him Kraut. So we called him Cabbage.

We called him Cabbage.

I ain't dead yet, fellas. I am, however, about to reacquaint myself with the surly bonds of earth.

He waved off smoke, snatched the picture of his little brother, and shoved it down his collar. He jettisoned the cowling, and the plexishield broke from the plane in a whumpf, popping his ears, sucking his breath.

There were two ways to bail from a P-47 Thunderbolt. Tilt the plane and let it drop you out, or, in what Tom felt was a more stylish way to go, just stand up, rise into the slipstream, let it carry you away ...

Listen, Yank. You get hit, you go down, here's what you do: get to Paris, get to the American Hospital. Look up a doc there, a Yank by the name of Jackson. He's with the Resistance. You tell him Blakeney says thanks. He may not remember me. He's helped a lot of blokes. You tell him thanks for me.

"He looks like a boche."

"I saw him go down. I heard him speak. He's no boche. He flew one of the new planes. You should have seen them. Beautiful."

"What did he say?"

"Not much. Before he came to, something about a flight of angels and a fellow named Jackson in Paris. Now look at him. He's not going to say anything."

"That's what worries me. We have to find out if he's German."

"I'm telling you, he's no German. He sounds like the man from Ohio."

Tom watched the two Frenchmen watching him and tried hard to pick out words. His mother's friend had given him a little French phrase book from the Great War, when she had served as a nurse with the Red Cross. From sheer boredom between flights, he'd sometimes taken it out. It was in his escape and evasion pack, no longer strapped to his back. Either he lost it in the jump, or the French guys took it.

He was in a dark woodshed with a low ceiling. He remembered fumbling for the chute cord the second he left the plane, waiting until he was clear to yank it. He remembered terror at the descent; he'd parachuted many times, none with fear of enemy fire. He'd never felt so vulnerable in his life, not even after jammed gear and a belly landing—Captain Fitz rushed up with a pint of Jack Daniel's after that one. But the float down into enemy-held land, the air thick with bullets, the ground exploding, that was one for the books. He heard himself telling it to the guys, heard Fitz's laugh and Oswald's quick "Yeah, yeah, yeah, and den what happened?"

I don't know yet, Oz.

He suddenly felt for the photo. The Frenchmen leaped back, and one pulled Tom's own .45 on him. Tom held up his hands and pointed to his shirtfront.

"Picture. Photograph." He added, "Uh ... frère. Picture of ma frère."

"Mon frère," one of them corrected.

Keeping one hand up, he slowly unzipped his flight jacket, unfastened a few shirt buttons, and looked inside. It was stuck in his underwear waistband. He glanced at the men, slowly reached inside, and pulled it out. He held it up for the men to see. "Mon frère," he said. "Mon petit frère. He's thirteen."

"Oui." The one with the gun nodded, and slipped it back into his pocket.

He looked at the picture. Mother had sent it with the last package. Ronnie wasn't little anymore. The kid was growing up. Still, same old grin, same cowlick, same rascal shine in his eyes. He ignored the rush of pain and affection at seeing the familiar face in this strange place.

"Can't get a word in edgewise even now," Tom muttered. He held it up to the men. "Kid can talk the hind leg off a donkey." He rubbed the face with his thumb, and slipped it into a zippered pocket in his flight jacket.

"Who is Jackson?" the man with the gun said in English.

Tom's heart nearly stopped; had he said it out loud? He'd banged his head good when he came down in a tight place between two buildings. He remembered a gray tiled roof coming on fast; he remembered sharp pain, sliding to the ground, then nausea, vomiting. Then he went into some sort of daze, vaguely recollected being bundled into the back of a horse cart. They covered him up with firewood, and the dark invited him to blank out. He came to in this place. First thing he did was to feel for the gun now in the possession of the French guy.

What else did he say when he was out? He cursed himself. Don't go to sleep, Cabby; they'll get everything out of you.

The one without the gun had a sullen, suspicious expression. He paced back and forth, shoulders and arms stiff for a fight, eyes never leaving Tom. The one with the gun had the offhand confidence of being the one with the gun. Both were in their twenties, both were spare built and thin, both had the work-hardened look of factory or farm workers. Who were they? Resisters? The Maquis—French guerrilla fighters? The Brits trusted these collection crews more than the Americans did, maybe because England and France had had little choice but to trust each other. And what choice did he have?

Should he tell them about Jackson? Every instinct said no.

Jackson was a fellow from Maine, a doctor at the American Hospital of Paris. He had a reputation with the British Royal Air Force as a man to trust behind enemy lines. Tom had heard of him more than once from downed airmen given up as MIA. He once witnessed a homecoming at Ringwood, an RAF pilot missing for four months. Once the initial euphoria of his return settled, the guy, Captain Blakeney, had all the men toast Dr. Jackson, "the patron saint of downed airmen."

What if his captors were collaborators? What if they were French Milice? One peep about Jackson, and Jackson's a marked man. How much had he said already? The thought sickened him.

Where was Paris? How would he get there? It hurt to even move his head. He'd assess damage later. He needed a plan, and he always favored three-part plans. Not a word on Jackson. Get to Paris. Don't vomit.

"Thees Jackson ...," the gunless Frenchman asked. "Ees een Paree?"

"Thomas William Jaeger. First lieutenant, United States Army Air Forces. One four oh nine six—"

"This is no interrogation, my friend. We are the good guys." The Frenchman with the gun strolled forward a few paces and sat on his haunches. He pushed his hat up with the tip of the gun. His brown eyes were lively and measuring; his thin face, amused, or rather, ready to be amused. He had the sort of face that invited entertainment of any sort. His English was far better than the other's. "But we do not know if you are a good guy. Tell us why we do not kill you for a spy?"

"Tell me why I should trust you," Tom said. "I hear you guys sell out your neighbors. Lot of Jews gone missing, too."

The man wagged his finger. "The question of trust lies with us alone." He gestured toward his face. "Attend this handsome face. Tell me if you see a German. Then I will get you a mirror, and you will wonder why we have not killed you yet. Hmm?"

"Lots of Americans look like Germans," Tom scorned. "Some are German. I'm Dutch. I was born in the Netherlands. We immigrated to the States when I was nine. I'm from Michigan. Jenison."

"You are very tall. Very blond. Very square-headed. Pretty blue eyes, too. I am aroused." The man behind him laughed.

"Yeah? Come to Jenison. You'll be plenty aroused. And you're puny."

"I do not know puny."

"Petite." He couldn't keep the sneer out. Payback for square-headed.

The Frenchman shrugged. "I do not get enough meat. I would be your size, with meat." The other man laughed again. "Perhaps from a great height I am puny. You have legs like trees. Trust me, I had to fit them into the cart. Listen, Monsieur Jenison. I am, hmm—" he gave a considering little shrug—"sixty percent you are not a spy. But we have been fooled before. Some of my friends have died because we were quick to believe a pretty face."

"Where did you live in Holland?" came a voice from the shadows.

A third man emerged from the corner of the shed, and he looked nothing like the other two. This older gentleman was dressed like a lawyer. He wore a fedora. The collar of his gray overcoat was turned up, and he wore a red scarf. He clasped black-gloved hands in front. He had no wariness about him like the others. He looked as if he were deciding which newspaper to buy.

"Andijk. A small city in the northern province."

"Where was your mother born?"

"Apeldoorn."

"Your father?"

"Andijk. Shouldn't you ask me who won the World Series? Or what's the capital of North Dakota? Not that I remember."

The man reached into a pocket and took out a piece of paper and a pencil. He wrote something and held the paper out to Tom. "Tell me—what is this word?"

Tom took the paper. He angled it to catch light from the door. "Scheveningen. My aunt lived near there, in Rotterdam. They bombed it off the map. She and my uncle died in the attack, with my two cousins."

The man took the paper back. "I am very sorry for your family. C'est la guerre ... to the misfortune of the world." He turned to the one with the gun. "No German can pronounce that word." The gentleman touched his hat, then left.

"We are not the only ones who saw you go down, Monsieur Jenison. But we got to you first. The man who lives in the house you fell on took a beating because he could not tell the Germans where you were. Do you think you can trust us? Hmm? Because thanks to the monsieur, we now trust you."

"I'd trust you more with my gun back," Tom said.

The man grinned. He had a look Tom liked, that of an amiable scoundrel. He knew plenty of his sort; you'd trust him in a fight but not with your sister. The man rose and pulled out the gun, and handed it butt first to Tom. "You can call me Rafael." He looked over his shoulder at the other guy and gave a little whistle between his teeth. "Give him his pack." To Tom, he said, "Regrettably you will not find your cigarettes. I suggest they were lost in the jump."

"Lucky I don't smoke."

The man with the red scarf, known in Cabourg as François Rousseau, walked rapidly to work. He exchanged pleasantries with his bronchial secretary, suggested mint tea, and slipped into his office. He took off his coat and hung it on the coat tree. He left the scarf on; it was cold in the office, but he did not light the coal in the brazier. What coal the company allotment allowed, he brought home in newspaper to Marie and the children. Thank God spring was coming soon.

He rubbed his gloved hands together and settled down to the papers on his desk. But he could not settle his mind. He finally pushed aside the latest numbers of Rommel's new cement quotas and let his mind take him where it would.

Twice he reached for the telephone, twice he pulled back. He had to work it out in his head, every detail, before he called his brother, Michel. He tapped his lips with gloved fingers. Hadn't they improvised for nearly four years? If there was one thing they'd learned under enemy occupation, it was resourcefulness.

It was a fool's scheme, he knew, but Michel was feeling so very low. The idea could have enough in it to beguile him from the latest blow. And it was an interesting scheme. That face? That height?

He thought it through, beginning to end, and picked up the phone. Sometimes, answers to problems literally dropped from the sky. There was only one thing a cunning Frenchman should do with a Yank who looked exactly like a proud German officer. Make him one.

(Continues...)



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RennS More than 1 year ago
Flame of Resistance by Tracy Groot was an interesting novel, filled with betrayal, love, and sacrifice. The plot line was excellently written and intricately woven with mystery, suspense, and unexpected curve balls. The last few chapters were incredible. I was just blown away by the twists and turns at a point where the conclusion seemed obvious and heart wrenching. Of course, the conclusion was still heart wrenching, but it was much better than what I imagined it to be. However, there were several points in the story that seemed impossible and unrealistic. For example, the spies for the Resistance were horribly unprepared and trained for their missions. While I understand that part of the reason was because their leader was falling apart, it still seemed unbelievable considering how secretive and well organized their resistance group was. Overall though the plot was very interesting, and I read the book without stopping in one afternoon. The characters were not as well developed as the plot. Tom was a fairly static character, which was disappointing considering his importance to the storyline. I would have preferred if he had experienced more growth during the story. Brigitte was an interesting character. While I understand that she felt a brothel was the only way she could survive, I did not like the author's inference that it was OK for the character to continue in that lifestyle later on the book once Brigitte realized she was able to accomplish so much more than that. I also wish that Tom had given Brigitte stronger message than that God accepts all even the ''worst'' sinners. While this is true, it does not mean that one is supposed to continue in that lifestyle. A person is called to leave their sinful lifestyles when they come to God. I also disliked the fact that the characters worshiped and valued their country and patriotism more than God and doing what was right. While those things are certainly worth valuing, I just wish there had been a better balance shown in the story. Despite these issues, there were a couple characters that did develop more throughout the novel. Michel Rousseau and Hauptmann Braun were my favorite characters. Michel was a very major character despite the fact that the story centered around Tom and Brigitte. He and Braun experienced the most growth and development as characters, and I enjoyed seeing and experiencing their thoughts and changing ideas. Braun was an incredible character, and I loved seeing his changes throughout the story. Flame of Resistance was a good story overall. The plot was fantastic, but some of the supposedly main characters experienced little to no growth which took away from the story. The themes of the novel could have been developed more, and I disagreed with the way some of the values were esteemed in the story. However, the novel was still an excellent read; I would just recommend that you be prepared for some violence and other improprieties that come along with a brothel. I received this book for free from Tyndale House Publishers in exchange for an honest revie
AlaskanTebowFan More than 1 year ago
I read this book in one day because I found myself unable to put it down, as every time I ended up a chapter, I HAD to keep reading. :) As I've said in many of my reviews, my favorite historical fiction novels are ones where I actually learn something and come away with more knowledge of the time period and setting of the story. "Flame of Resistance" is one of those books! Although I knew of the French Resistance during World War II, I have to confess I didn't know a whole lot about it. Tracy Groot really did her research for this book, and I was quite thrilled to read in the author's note at the end that a number of characters were real people, or at least composites of actual historical figures. This authenticity made the story come alive and I truly felt as if I'd been given a window into this incredible period in history. That being said, as this is marketed as a "Christian" book, the one thing that bothered me in it was the the multiple uses of God's name being said in vain. Although it was never said in English, I think the average person can see through the German and French and figure it out. I don't say this as a prude, but I honestly would've preferred a four letter word over the misuse of our Lord's Name, especially coming from a fellow Christian. However, I did notice that the times it was said, Ms. Groot never translated the phrases, so perhaps she felt that would make it alright? Anyway, this is the only reason I didn't give the book a full 5 stars, but I would still whole-heartedly recommend it, as the novel is a beautiful story of what true love, sacrifice, courage and true freedom is all about. "Flame of Resistance" is actually loosely based on, or rather inspired by, the story of Rahab in the Bible, including the fact that the main characters are a harlot and some spies. Therefore, I would suggest that the subject matter is a bit mature (although handled very well, never steamy or inappropriate), but I think anyone high school age and up would really enjoy and learn a lot from the story. I honestly don't want to tell you too much of the plot, as there are so many twists, turns, betrayals, unexpected allies, etc, that I want you to have the experience of discovering them all on your own. If you pick up this book, I guarantee you will not be disappointed! Although I had the one aforementioned bone to pick with the writing, I truly cannot praise this book highly enough. Consequently, I would recommend this wonderful piece of historical fiction to any fellow lover of this genre, as well as those who enjoy more contemporary retellings of Biblical stories (I think Francine River fans will LOVE this book) or those who are interested in World War II. Do yourself a favor and grab a copy! :)
THESELF-TAUGHTCOOK More than 1 year ago
The Nazis have occupied Brigitte's homeland of France for years now, and out of desperation she has turned to an occupation despised by her own people. As a prostitute who caters to the Nazis, she has access to information that can help the French Resistance, but she does not see that there is a future for her beyond the war. When Tom, an American pilot, is shot down over occupied France, he joins the Resistance. Although their backgrounds are worlds apart, they begin to realize that their feelings for one another are more than just a wartime romance. This was an excellently researched novel. Ms. Groot has visited the places she speaks of in the book and studied the history of the area during the War. My only problem was that there so many characters that I had trouble keeping track of all of them. All in all, it was still a 4 star novel.
kristen4mk More than 1 year ago
This is the first book I have had the opportunity to read by this author. The setting is just before D-Day in Normandy, and the Nazis are not making France a pleasant place to live. Brigitte Durand is an interesting main character - she is a prostitute at a Germans-only brothel, who longs for not just her freedom but her country's as well, and she is willing to fight however she can for it. She has a deep love for France and struggles with the choices she has made to get to this place. Tom Jaeger is an American fighter pilot shot down during a battle, discovered by the Resistance. Because his appearance is so strikingly 'German', he is pressed into service with Flame, a resistance cell - and things begin to change very rapidly. Although I enjoyed this novel and overall would recommend it, it took me some time to really get going, to truly get a feel for it. I also struggled at times to understand their "languaging", especially since many of the references (some historical, some the expressions of the times) felt a little obscure to me at first. However, once I got a little further along it all began to come together. And the end made it all worthwhile! I will look forward to reading more from Tracy Groot. Enjoy!
Uniquely_His More than 1 year ago
Can I say riveting? awesome? exciting? suspenseful? How about Don't start this book unless you have time to finish it in one reading; because once you start you won't be able to put it down! Tracy Groot had me spell-bound from the first page and kept me that way until the end. Her characters are powerful, alive and breathing. Brigitte Durand and Tom Jaeger are so realistic that you almost expect to go back in your history books and find them listed with other heroes of WWII. I have been reading a lot of historical fictional works based on WWII and I have to say this is one of the best ones I have read. Well.... next to Tracy Goyer's work. Okay, okay, they are equally wonderful. I wonder if I would perform as admirably as Brigitte does in a difficult time and situation, minus the brothel. She really stands up in the face of danger and possible death to help out Tom Jaeger secure vital information that will help the resistance against the Nazis. All of the other supporting characters are strong and realistic as well, without being over-powering. They help round out the story with their personal stories and emotions that bring to life the French resistance against the Nazis and their pride in their beloved country. A simple wedge of cheese not only brings tears to the eyes of those who are going to partake of it but help bring unity to the most unlikely group of individuals. (You will just have to read the book to know what I'm talking about.) A family home turned into a brothel for German officers becomes a place of espionage and danger for those who are part of the French resistance group Flame. And Brigitte finds help from those she never expected help from. Flame of Resistance is truly a wonderful novel well worth reading over and over again. The discussion questions in the back of the book are great as well. They are a wonderful way to not only discuss the characters of the book but talk about personal reactions with your book club. This review was made possible by Tyndale House Publishers, Inc. They freely provided me with this review copy. I am under no obligation to write a positive review.
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Great book! Love the story plot and the suspense.
SarahSundin More than 1 year ago
Gritty and moving, Flame of Resistance is a beautifully written story of Nazi-occupied France that raises challenging questions about redemption, perceptions, and the cost of doing the right thing in an evil world. I highly recommend it.
Blooming-with-Books More than 1 year ago
Flame of Resistance is a Flame of Hope for a New Life Flame of Resistance by Tracy Groot When her fiance died during France's fall to Nazi aggression Brigitte Durand's life was altered. A once respectable young woman who was engaged and employed, Brigitte is forced to survive by selling herself to the enemy. But her survival comes at a great cost to her own soul. When given an opportunity to aid the French Resistance Brigitte takes the opportunity in the slim hope of redeeming herself. Using her profession as a cover, Brigitte is able to pass intelligence to the Resistance through Tom Jaeger, a downed American pilot posing as a conscripted Dutch Nazi. As Brigitte passes information concerning troop movements and nearby bridge defenses, she and Tom become friends over chess and the hope Tom brings of imminent freedom. But when Brigitte's home comes under watch of the Milice their lives and the operation are endangered. When Tom is captured what is Brigitte willing to risk? A retelling of the story of Rehab, Flame of Resistance is a story of redemption and courage. When given the opportunity to change not only her life but the course of the war, Brigitte accepts the challenge. The Flame of Resistance is an intriguing look at World War II and its cost on the souls of all involved. Both sides had those who resisted the evil that threatened to envelop the world and destroy it. I found Flame of Resistance to be an enlightening and enjoyable historical fiction read. Tyndale House Publishers provided me with a complimentary copy of this book. A favorable review was not a requirement.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
He was being a good deputy and watching the clan she looks at foxtail he is a good deputy
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am here too.... and i am old enough to be an apprentice so plz make me an apprentice.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
We are at saehouse res one.