From Dust and Ashes: A Story of Liberation [NOOK Book]

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It is 1945 and a group of American soldiers liberate a Nazi concentration camp. Helene is the abandoned wife of an SS guard who has fled to avoid arrest. Overcome by guilt, she begins to help meet the needs of survivors. Throughout the process, she finds her own liberation - from spiritual bondage, sin, and guilt. Readers will be intrigued and touched by this fascinating story of love, faithfulness, and courage amidst one of the darkest ...
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Overview

It is 1945 and a group of American soldiers liberate a Nazi concentration camp. Helene is the abandoned wife of an SS guard who has fled to avoid arrest. Overcome by guilt, she begins to help meet the needs of survivors. Throughout the process, she finds her own liberation - from spiritual bondage, sin, and guilt. Readers will be intrigued and touched by this fascinating story of love, faithfulness, and courage amidst one of the darkest chapters of mankind's history.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780802479730
  • Publisher: Moody Publishers
  • Publication date: 1/1/2003
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: New Edition
  • Pages: 464
  • Sales rank: 511,327
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author


TRICIA GOYER is an acclaimed and prolific writer, publishing hundreds of articles in national magazines including Today's Christian Woman and Focus on the Family while authoring more than twenty-five fiction and nonfiction books combined. Among those are 3:16 Teen Edition with Max Lucado and the American
Christian Fiction Writers' Book of the Year Award winners Night Song and
Dawn of a Thousand Nights. She has also written books on marriage and parenting and contributed notes to the Women of Faith Study Bible. Tricia lives with her husband and four children in Arkansas.
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from dust and ashes

A Story of Liberation
By Tricia Goyer

Moody Publishers

Copyright © 2003 Tricia Goyer
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0802415547


Chapter One

Helene breathed deeply and pretended to sleep as Friedrich staggered into the darkened bedroom. He'd been out later than usual. Through the silent, lonely hours her wandering imagination had tried to picture whom her husband was with and what he'd been doing. A hundred scenarios crossed her mind. None of them good.

She could distinguish three scents as Friedrich carelessly fell upon the bed beside her: sweat, vodka, and a sick, flowery perfume. Sweat from beating half-dead prisoners. Vodka to help him face the monster he'd become. And the perfume ... She pressed her face deeper into her pillow.

Friedrich panted heavily as he leaned over her. She huddled deep under the thick white comforter and let out a dreamlike sigh, hoping to keep him at bay.

Friedrich lingered for a moment. He twisted one of her loose curls on his finger, then rose from the bed and crossed the floor.

She pulled the comforter back over her body as he moved to the black military chest in the corner. Steel hinges creaked as it opened.

Helene watched from beneath the covers. Any loving wife would awaken to tell her husband good-bye, to help him pack, to assist his escape from the enemy's approach. Helene felt anything but loving.

Friedrich tossed a few items into a small, dark suitcase. She watched him pull his German luger from its holster and remove the empty magazine. With the click-click of the new magazine, Helene pictured the tormented, rigid faces of the dead strung up on barbed-wire fences like clothes on a laundry line. Sightless eyes reflecting horror, disbelief.

Friedrich shrugged out of his uniform, brass buttons knocking against the wooden floor. He pulled brown pants, a white shirt, boots, and a blue jacket over his muscular frame. Civilian attire. Helene remained motionless.

Over the past few days, whispered rumors had passed from wife to wife at the camp store. Many of the high-ranking guards were leaving. Fleeing the advancing troops.

"The Americans have crossed the Rhine," a friend had shared in hushed tones. "They are fighting their way through Germany and into Austria. Some claim the Russians are coming in fast from the north." Helene knew it was anyone's guess who'd arrive first to discover the nightmare she'd lived since that dark winter of 1940.

Now it seemed the rumor was true. Friedrich was leaving. Abandoning her, his four-year-old daughter, and the child in her womb. Leaving just like that.

Anika cried out from across the hall, and Friedrich swore under his breath.

Helene jumped from the bed and hurried to the child's room. Muted white light from the guard towers filled the room, and Helene could clearly make out Anika's outstretched arms.

Helene sat on the bed. She took the small girl into her embrace and pressed her cheek into her child's sweet-smelling hair. Helene felt Anika's arms encircle her neck, and she willed her daughter to stay calm. "Quiet, shhh, quiet," she murmured.

Anika's body tensed as Friedrich stalked into the room and hovered near the doorway. Helene shivered, remembering the last time he had been drinking. The rantings, the threats.

"Please, just leave," Helene wanted to say. She pulled her daughter tight to her chest and longed for freedom from all that this man represented. Tonight, again, she remembered that winter ... cattle cars stuck in snow ... prisoners left to freeze to death because they weren't worth the effort it would take to carry them to the camp.

Her stomach tightened as she remembered the chilling screams that had journeyed through the night air to her window. Urgent pleas from men, women, and children. Then finally, with morning's light, silence.

All through that night, she had implored Friedrich to do something. She had screamed at him, called him a murderer. Still he refused, his cold gaze resting upon her as it surely did now. He told her she didn't understand. He said he was protecting her, but Helene didn't believe him. Instead of standing up to the evil, he allowed it to become a part of him.

"I'll be back to get you," Friedrich said, his voice determined. "I'll get settled and come back for you both."

"You mean us three?" Helene corrected, pressing Anika against her bulging middle.

"Ja, of course."

She slowly rocked her daughter. "We'll be fine. I'll go back to my father's gasthaus. He can always use an extra hand at the inn."

Friedrich cursed and pounded the doorjamb with his fist.

"If Father will take me back," she added.

"He's a foolish, naïve old man. Don't think I'm blind to what he's been doing. I've looked the other way for your sake." Friedrich started to leave, then stopped. He let out a deep breath. "I wasn't a bad guard, Helene," he said, his back to her. "Not like some."

"Of course," she said.

"You will be safe. No one will hurt you or Anika."

"No, I'm sure we'll be fine."

Anika whimpered again. Helene lay down with her, close enough to touch noses. Friedrich whistled a solemn tune that Helene faintly recognized. Anika's eyes grew wide.

What's that song? Helene wondered. But before she could ask, he was gone.

Heavy, booted footsteps crossed the wooden floor and pounded down the stairs. After a brief pause, the front door opened and closed. Shouts echoed in the streets. Nazi trucks rumbled through the night.

He's gone.

Moments passed with the ticking of the old wall clock. Helene felt her daughter's body relax. After a few minutes, the child's fingers crawled up Helene's chest and tickled her chin.

"In there hidden, in there deep, is laughter happy waitin' to peep," Anika whispered.

How many times had Helene recited that simple poem to her daughter during these dismal days of war?

The girl's tickles continued until unforeseen laughter gushed from Helene. It caught both her and Anika by surprise. Then, equally unexpected, with the laughter came tears. And with the tears, Helene's quiet sobs that gently rocked her child to sleep.

Yet for her, sleep would not come. I'm free, I'm free, she kept telling herself. But she knew it wasn't true. She felt no freedom inside, only pain. Pain that constricted around her heart like a hangman's noose and cinched tighter with each haunted memory.

The two men ran through the moonlit woods with strength they didn't realize they possessed. Time was running out. The hunters would soon be hunted.

To the one in the lead, the countryside was familiar. Friedrich recognized the landforms, the scent of the air. Despite his sense of urgency, he relished the feeling of his feet pounding on the soft, dark soil. Although dense trees blocked his view, he knew the green farmlands of Germany spread to the north. Behind him, the Swiss Alps veered to the southwest, the Austrian Alps to the southeast. Ahead was the tiny town of Füssen, their destination.

The thick-waisted soldier who ran behind him lacked in both knowledge of the area and in stamina. Arno rumbled through the forest like an armored tank. A crash sounded from the woodland floor, and Friedrich stopped, then swore. He turned to find his companion sprawled in the underbrush like a gunned-downed prisoner.

Friedrich's breathing was labored as he leaned over the man. "Get up, you useless fool," he hissed. "What was I thinking bringing you?"

The man lifted his unshaven face from the soil. In the near-full moon, Friedrich noticed sweat beaded on his companion's brow.

Arno pushed himself up from the dirt and wiped his mud-smeared cheek with his shirtsleeve. "Forget it. We are a day behind schedule as it is," he seethed. "I am going back before they leave without us." He took two steps in the opposite direction.

Friedrich gripped Arno's arm. His teeth clenched as he attempted to calm his screaming nerves. If he hadn't needed an extra hand, he wouldn't have sought help in the first place. Arno had no idea what he was walking away from. Perhaps now the time had come to sweeten the lure.

"I don't care if you come or not, but you have no idea ..." Friedrich pushed Arno's arm away and lowered his voice. "What if I told you all the golden trinkets we've confiscated over the last five years were merely pocket change?"

Arno's eyebrows lifted, and Friedrich knew the man was picturing towering piles of booty from the camp storehouse.

Friedrich searched the man's round face, weighing if Arno could be trusted. He saw the same dull expression he'd seen every day at work. But he had no choice. He needed help claiming the prize.

He glanced behind him and spoke low and quickly. "I was in Vienna in '38. All Jews were ordered to give a detailed declaration of their valuables. I was a clerk, and those money-grubbers acknowledged enough wealth to make my superiors tremble with greed."

"And you pocketed your own share?"

Friedrich shrugged. "It was easier than I imagined."

"How can you be sure the person holding the loot has not cashed in?"

Friedrich grinned, realizing Arno was once again in his grasp. "If you can't trust your own mother, who can you trust? Besides, we're not too far off course." He dug into his left trouser pocket and pulled out the forged travel papers and his new identity card. "After this, we have one more stop, then on to Italy." He patted his other pockets. Where was the map, the address?

"Something wrong?" Arno asked.

Friedrich shook his head. "It's of no consequence. I left something in the house. But not to worry." He tapped his head. "It's all up here."

The sound of a distant vehicle echoed through the trees. Arno wiped his brow, his eyes hungry. "Does anyone else know?"

A tune lilted through Friedrich's mind. He pushed it out of his thoughts. "Nein. No one."

Arno nodded.

"But before we claim the spoils, I need you to deliver this." Friedrich reached into his jacket and produced a clean white envelope. Pulling a three-inch knife out of the swastika-embellished sheath on his belt, he sliced a small gash in his palm, letting a few drops of blood stain the envelope. "A messenger will meet you in front of the stone church on the edge of town. Tell him you found this on my dead body. He'll know what to do. Then wait at the church. There's a hiding spot in a clump of trees near the cemetery. I'll find you. We only have a few hours, so hurry."

Arno snatched the bloodied envelope. The sound of trucks rumbled nearer. "What about you? Where will you be?"

Friedrich pretended not to hear the question. He resheathed the knife and pulled his luger from its holster. "We must split up." He pointed straight ahead. "The church is that way, no more than a kilometer. Now go."

Arno raced toward the town. Friedrich ran the opposite direction. He was close; he could feel it. Soon, he'd have the bounty he'd waited five years to retrieve. By morning, he would be a rich man on his way to Italy. Then Argentina after that.

Friedrich picked up his pace. He spotted the small farm in the distance. A curl of white smoke rose from the brick chimney. Almost there.

A branch cracked beside him. Friedrich spun around. Three men crouched behind a large boulder. He recognized their uniforms immediately. Olive-green shirts and trousers. Steel helmets. M1 rifles. Americans!

"Halt!" one man called.

Friedrich aimed his handgun at that man. Gunfire sounded.

Then only blackness.

The roar of the trucks reverberated even louder, but Arno couldn't tell which direction they were coming from. He was a fool for listening to Friedrich. Perhaps it was a trap. He'd seen the way Friedrich had played his hand with his superiors, allowing everyone else to do his dirty work while he paraded around town with his lovely wife.

Still ... the riches were tempting.

Shouts split the air. Arno paused midstep, his heart pounding. Gunfire rang out. He dashed behind a tree and peered in the direction Friedrich had run. He could make out the silhouettes of helmets bent over someone on the ground. Friedrich.

Arno cursed. His legs trembled. He couldn't believe this was happening. In one second Friedrich was out of the picture. Even if the man wasn't already dead, he would be soon. Arno vowed he would not be next.

He backed away. His hands shook, but he was determined not to make a sound, determined not to attract attention. When Arno felt he was a safe distance away, he whirled around and sprinted. The woods began to thin as he ran. A church steeple rose in the distance. Arno slowed. Now what?

He stopped and kicked the ground. They would leave without him. Sail away to safety. And I'll be stuck here. Friedrich, you idiot! Why'd I listen to you? I'll never get out of this now.

Then Arno thought of the man who awaited him, Friedrich's messenger. Only a small clearing separated him from the church.

Arno stared at the envelope clutched in his hand. He ducked behind a tree and ripped it open. He pulled out the letter, read it, then slipped it back in the envelope.

Then again, he thought, a smirk crossing his face, perhaps I don't want to leave the country after all.

Arno blew warm air onto his cold hands. He adjusted the thin blanket around his shoulders. The wall he leaned against rose high above him, ending in a jagged line. Beyond that there was only night sky, just beginning to lighten. Friedrich's messenger-not a man, but a boy of thirteen-had brought him to this castle ruin in hopes of finding safety. So far it had worked.

Arno glanced at the boy, sleeping soundly under the stars. Shaggy, straw-colored hair covered most of his freckled face. Over the past few days he'd discovered that Henri was a dedicated Nazi youth and a hired hand to Friedrich's mother. Arno reached over and shook the boy. Henri stirred, then sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"It is time," Arno said. "You will go to the old woman as planned. I will watch from a distance. Tell her Friedrich wants to know if she still has the treasure. Ask if it is safe."

The boy hesitated. Arno knew what he was waiting for. He tossed a few cigarettes to him. "That is a down payment. I am much more generous than Friedrich, ja?"

Henri's eyes sparkled. "Ask Frau Völkner about the treasure. I understand." He jumped to his feet and brushed the dust from his tan shirt and knickers.

Continues...


Excerpted from from dust and ashes by Tricia Goyer Copyright © 2003 by Tricia Goyer
Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 17, 2011

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    the story was like sunlight overtaking shadows through a windowpane

    I often find that some of the most interesting looking novels I think I'd like to read are by an author named Tricia Goyer. I have been wanting to read her works for several years now, and I finally chose to read "From Dust and Ashes" (apparently the first in a WWII series). I hoped I would not be disappointed, as I had been getting increasingly disenchanted with Christian contemporary authors of late. Disappointed with this? No way!! I cannot say enough good things about this book. In fact, it made it to #14 in my Top 20 favorite fiction books (and that's saying something, since that hasn't happened in 4 years). First off, the characters and events were so realistically real, that I often caught myself about to pray for them! Goyer's sweet and gentle, quiet and tender way of storytelling naturally grew and blossomed into a tale that never felt forced. Her descriptions of settings and characters were so vivid, I could imagine their faces and surroundings well. It felt like a movie being played out in my mind's eye. In fact, I don't know how a movie could do a book like this justice. This is a book in which you really learn, along with the main characters. You can see how if we trust the Guide, He will never leave us, and all things (even the bad things) will turn out for the good in the eternal end for them that love Him. The book is divided into three parts, with a different poem by the author before each part. I am not usually one for poetry, but these were remarkably good, illustrating the story well. Is this a romance? Yes, there is romance in it, but it is not of the fluffy cotton candy sort. It is much deeper, better than that. In fact, I've read many reviews where men actually enjoyed the book. The author apparently did a lot of research in order to make it historically accurate, but this does not make the book laborious or bogged down by facts. In fact, actual veterans from the 11th Armored Division reviewed this book (and I think were also consulted in the writing of it) and shared their high opinion of Goyer's work on the back cover and first couple pages. I should say that this is a tale mainly concerning 3 characters (an SS wife, an American GI, and a concentration camp survivor) and how their lives touch the other's in the days immediately after the ending of the war in Europe. It is not about Jews in the Holocaust, necessarily. For those afraid of trying out a novel about the horror of the WWII camps: although the book is realistic and does not deny the hard facts of history, I think the faint-of-heart could handle this. I've been reading other people's reviews from other sources and some of the complaints about them. Some argue it is too preachy, or heavy handed with spirituality. I did not find that to be the case. Probably only those who have experienced having to totally depend on God will understand the emphasis on this theme in the book. Some argue the ending is too neatly wrapped up in a bow. But no one complains about "Jane Eyre" for the same reason. Although I kind of started to get a little ancy about a third of the way through the story, wishing something a little more would happen, eventually the plot picked up and several plot twists made this book anything but predictable. For those who read their novels starting with the ending and working their way backward-- DON'T YOU DARE!! Wow. I am looking forward to reading more from Goyer

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    Nursery

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  • Posted December 29, 2011

    Not enough depth

    I was interested in the basis used for the story, but the characters didint have depth and the author to me didn't capture enough of the times. It was disappointing to me.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 20, 2003

    Highly recommended!

    I loved this book.The characters were very real, very interesting. It is one of those books that you find yourself thinking about when you are not reading it.I hope Tricia Goyer writes more-and soon!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 29, 2003

    YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO PUT IT DOWN.

    FROM THE MOMENT I PICKED THIS BOOK UP UNTIL A DAY AND A HALF LATER WHEN I FINISHED IT I WAS TOTALLY CAPTIVATED. I FELT LIKE I WAS TAKEN BACK TO THAT ERA AND WAS FILLED WITH ALOT OF DIFFERENT EMOTIONS FOR WHAT EACH OF THE CHARACTERS MUST HAVE FELT. I WOULD DEFINATELY RECOMMEND THIS BOOK.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 20, 2003

    A truly moving novel!

    Tricia's writing brings you into this book in such an amazing way. Though fictional, so much of it is based on factual information that you truly believe this story and the characters and feel as if you are witnessing what is happening. Her writing makes you stop and remember all involved in the holocaust and what a huge impact it had on those there, prisoners, guards, the US soldiers, local townsmen and their families. It is a definite "can't put it down" book! The characters are so moving that I was ready to meet all of them and check on how they are! I can't wait for more books to come from Mrs. Goyer! I recommend this to all!

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