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Based on a true story: A Spanish sea captain rescues four German castaways during a treacherous storm in 1940. He doesn’t know who they are or where they came from, but one of them gives him a mysterious gold-and-diamond emblem before disembarking. Decades later, the captain’s son receives a substantial offer for it and is told an astounding story behind the object: it holds the key to Paul Reiner’s lifelong quest. . . .

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Overview

Based on a true story: A Spanish sea captain rescues four German castaways during a treacherous storm in 1940. He doesn’t know who they are or where they came from, but one of them gives him a mysterious gold-and-diamond emblem before disembarking. Decades later, the captain’s son receives a substantial offer for it and is told an astounding story behind the object: it holds the key to Paul Reiner’s lifelong quest. . . .

Munich, 1919. After his family falls into disgrace, fifteen-year-old Paul dreams of the heroic father he never knew. But one night, seconds before committing suicide, Paul’s cousin reveals a terrible secret about his father’s death. This discovery turns Paul’s world upside down and leads him on a hunt in Nazi Germany to uncover the mystery surrounding his father’s death.

The Traitor’s Emblem is an epic novel spanning decades of family betrayal, impossible love, and the high price of vengeance. Set against the menacing streets of Depression-era Munich and the cruel rise of Nazism, Gómez-Jurado’s spellbinding thriller proves again that he is a master of narration.

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Publishers Weekly
A star-crossed lovers plot line straight out of a second-rate romance novel hobbles this thriller set mostly in interwar Germany from Spanish author Gómez-Jurado (The Moses Expedition). In 1919 Munich, Alys Tannenbaum, the pretty 15-year-old daughter of a wealthy Jewish businessman who keeps her on a tight leash, meets impoverished 15-year-old Paul Reiner at a birthday party for Paul's obnoxious aristocratic cousin, Jürgen von Schroeder. When Jürgen forces Alys to dance with him and won't let go, Paul, who's working as a waiter at the party, infuriates Jürgen by coming to Alys's rescue. Later, Jürgen loses an eye when he and six thugs attack Paul, who escapes with minor injuries. Meanwhile, Paul is obsessed with learning the truth about his naval captain father's death, which may be connected with the von Schroeder family. Once Jürgen joins the Nazis, the remaining plot arc and points of conflict between him and Paul become all too predictable. Contrivances advance the story more than once. (July)
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"With a compelling plot, a vivid historical context, a rapid pace, an exciting mystery, and excellent characterizations, the novel will satisfy fans of Da Vinci Code–like conspiracy tales as well as those who savor multidimensional literary thrillers." —starred Booklist review

"The Traitor's Emblem by Juan Gómez-Jurado is a spellbinding story. Only he could pull this off!" —Katherine Neville, bestselling author of The Eight

"Gómez-Jurado has surpassed himself. Sparked by a historical event, he has crafted an emotional novel filled with surprises. This is just the type of book I love to read." —Javier Sierra, bestselling author of The Secret Supper

“A riveting love story, [...] and a villain so evil he makes Hitler look like a pretty nice fellow.”
Kirkus Reviews

"Sizzles with tension and twists that both entertain and magnetize. The imagination of Juan Gómez-Jurado is a wonder to behold and an amazing place to visit." —Steve Berry, New York Times bestselling author of The Jefferson Key

"A heart-thumping story teeming with secrets and deceptions." —Daily Express (UK)

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In 1940 in the Strait of Gibraltar, a Spanish captain rescues a group of German castaways; one of them begs not to be returned to Germany and gives the captain a unique medallion. Years later the captain's son learns the history of this object after refusing to sell it. The story begins in Munich in 1919 as Paul Reiner, whose family has fallen into disgrace, works as a domestic at his half-brother Jürgen's birthday party. There he gallantly extricates Alys Tannenbaum from Jürgen's clutches, embarrassing Jürgen and sealing his own fate. Jürgen displays the violence and cowardice that have become fictional clichés in the portraits of nascent Nazi youth. Over time Paul flourishes in business, while Jürgen, fueled by jealousy and hatred, rises in the Nazi Party. We witness the rise of Hitler's influence as virulent anti-Semitism and anti-Freemasonry sentiments emerge. VERDICT From the misleading title, readers would expect this thriller to be about the medallion, but family intrigue and the quest for revenge dominate the tale. Although Gómez-Jurado is a good storyteller, for artifact provenance stories Steve Berry is the reigning maestro. If you want a peek at secret Masonic handshakes and rituals, however, Gómez-Jurado may have just lifted the veil. [See Prepub Alert, 1/24/11.]—Laura A.B. Cifelli, Ft. Myers-Lee Cty. P.L., FL
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Spanish author Gómez-Jurado's third outing (Moses Expedition, 2010, etc.) offers a redeeming love story set against the unlikely background of extreme violence in Nazi Germany.

The story opens with a Spanish sea captain saving the lives of four strangers he finds lashed to a raft in a raging storm. After risking his own to bring the four on board, one steps forward and gives him a golden emblem, which the captain then passes down to his own son. Later, a man who tries to buy the emblem tells the son how the emblem came into his father's hands. This is the meat of the novel. The story begins with Paul Reiner, who along with his mother, Ilse, lives with his cruel and calculating aunt and her husband, a baron. They have two sons, one who has gone off to fight for Germany in World War I, and the second, Jürgen, who is slightly older than Paul. Paul reveres the kind older brother, but the younger is a vicious child, who delights in tormenting his cousin and aunt, who both work as servants. Paul's greatest sorrow is that he knows little of his father, who died when he was an infant. All he knows is his father has been called a traitor, but his mother worships her dead husband and still mourns him. When Jürgen attacks Paul after Paul defends the honor of a young Jewish girl, Alys Tannenbaum, both Paul and his mother flee for their lives. They move into a boarding house where Paul strikes out to find a job to keep them from starving and, against the background of a growing Nazi threat, eventually reunites with Alys, setting in motion a series of events that brings the evil Jürgen back into their lives.

The author tells a riveting love story, spoiled only by the unlikely incorporation of Freemasonry into the plot and a villain so evil he makes Hitler look like a pretty nice fellow.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781439198780
  • Publisher: Atria Books
  • Publication date: 7/19/2011
  • Edition description: Atria Books
  • Pages: 336
  • Product dimensions: 6.30 (w) x 9.10 (h) x 1.40 (d)

Meet the Author

Juan Gómez-Jurado is an award-winning journalist and bestselling author. The Moses Expedition and his prize-winning first novel, God’s Spy, have been published in more than forty countries and have become international bestsellers. In 2010, Juan celebrated reaching 3 million readers worldwide. He is a recipient of the prestigious Premio de Novela Ciudad de Torrevieja. Gómez-Jurado lives with his family in Madrid, Spain.


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Prologue
THE STRAITS OF GIBRALTAR

March 12, 1940

When the wave threw him against the gunwale, it was pure instinct that made Captain González grab at the wood, scraping the skin all the way down his hand. Decades later—by which time he’d become the most distinguished bookseller in Vigo—he would shudder as he remembered that night, the most terrifying and extraordinary of his life. While he sat in his armchair as an old, gray-haired man, his mouth would recall the taste of blood, saltpeter, and fear. His ears would remember the thundering of what they called the “toppler of fools,” the treacherous swell that takes less than twenty minutes to rise and that seamen on the Straits—and their widows—had learned to fear; and his astonished eyes would glimpse again something that, quite simply, could not have been there.

When he saw it, Captain González quite forgot that the engine was already struggling, that his crew was no more than seven men when there should have been at least eleven, that among them he was the only one who, just six months earlier, hadn’t been seasick in the shower. He quite forgot that he had contemplated pinning them to the deck for not having awoken him when all the pitching and rolling began.

He held fast to a porthole in order to turn his body around and haul himself onto the bridge, bursting onto it with a blast of rain and wind that drenched the navigator.

“Get away from my wheel, Roca!” he shouted, giving the navigator a hard push. “You’re no earthly use to anyone.”

“Captain, I . . . You said we weren’t to disturb you unless we were about to go down, sir.” His voice trembled.

Which is precisely what’s about to happen, thought the captain, shaking his head. Most of his crew was made up of the tottering leftovers of a war that had devastated the country. He couldn’t blame them for not having sensed the arrival of the great swell, just as nobody could blame him now for concentrating his attention on turning the boat around and bringing it to safety. The most sensible thing would have been to pay no attention to what he’d just seen, because the alternative was suicide. Something only a fool would attempt.

And I am that fool, thought González.

The navigator watched him, mouth wide open, as he steered, holding the boat firm and cutting in toward the waves. The gunboat Esperanza had been built at the end of the previous century, and the wood and steel of its hull creaked savagely.

“Captain!” yelled the navigator. “What the hell are you doing? We’ll capsize!”

“Eyes to port, Roca,” the captain replied. He was afraid, too, though he couldn’t allow the slightest trace of that fear to show.

The navigator obeyed, thinking the captain had gone completely mad.

A few seconds later, the captain had begun to doubt his own judgment.

No more than thirty swimming strokes away, a little raft was rolling between two crests, its keel at a precarious angle. It seemed to be on the brink of capsizing; in fact, it was a miracle it hadn’t gone over already. There was a flash of lightning, and suddenly the navigator understood why the captain was gambling eight lives on such a poor hand.

“Sir, there are people over there!”

“I know, Roca. Tell Castillo and Pascual. They should leave the pumps, come on deck with two ropes, and hang on to those gunwales like a whore hangs on to her money.”

“Aye, aye, Captain.”

“No . . . wait—” said the captain, grabbing Roca’s arm before he could leave the bridge.

The captain hesitated a moment. He couldn’t supervise the rescue and steer the boat at the same time. If the prow could just be held perpendicular to the waves, they could make it. But if it didn’t come down in time, one of his boys would end up at the bottom of the sea.

To hell with it.

“Leave it, Roca, I’ll do it myself. You take the wheel and keep it steady, like this.”

“We won’t be able to hold out long, Captain.”

“The moment we get those poor devils out of there, head straight into the first wave you see; but a moment before we reach the highest point, pull the wheel to starboard as hard as you can. And pray!”

Castillo and Pascual appeared on deck, their jaws set and bodies tense, the look on their faces attempting to mask two bodies filled with fear. The captain positioned himself between them, ready to direct the perilous dance.

“At my signal, cast out the gaffs. Now!”

The steel teeth dug into the edge of the raft; the cables tensed.

“Pull!”

As they hauled the raft closer, the captain thought he could hear shouts, see arms waving.

“Hold her tight, but don’t get too close!” He bent over and picked up a boathook twice as tall as he was. “If they hit us, it will destroy them!”

And quite possibly it would open a breach in our boat too, the captain thought. Beneath the slippery deck, he could feel the hull creaking more and more as they were tossed about by each new wave.

He maneuvered the boathook and managed to catch one end of the raft. The pole was long and would help him keep the small craft at a fixed distance. He gave orders to tie the lines to the bitts and for a rope ladder to be dropped, while he did his best to cling to the boathook, which bucked in his hands, threatening to split open his skull.

Another flash of lightning lit up the inside of the craft, and Captain González could now see that there were four people on board. He could also finally understand how they had managed to remain on the floating soup dish as it leapt about between the waves.

Damned lunatics—they’ve tied themselves to the boat.

A figure wearing a dark raincoat was leaning across the other occupants, waving a knife and frantically cutting the ropes that bound them to the raft, slashed ropes trailing from his own wrists.

“Go on! Climb up before this thing sinks!”

The figures approached the side of the boat, their outstretched arms reaching toward the ladder. The man with the knife managed to grab hold of it and urged the others to go on ahead of him. González’s crew helped them up. Finally there was no one left but the man with the knife. He took hold of the ladder, but as he leaned against the side of the boat to push himself up, the boathook suddenly slipped. The captain tried to hook it in again, but then a wave that was higher than the rest raised the keel of the raft, hurling it against the side of the Esperanza.

There was a crunch, then a shout.

Horrified, the captain let go of the boathook. The side of the raft had struck the man’s leg, and he was hanging from the ladder with one hand, his back against the hull. The raft was moving away, but it would be only a matter of seconds before the waves hurled it back toward the Esperanza.

“The lines!” the captain shouted to his men. “For God’s sake, cut them!”

The sailor closest to the gunwale searched in his belt for a knife, and then began to cut the ropes. The other tried to lead the rescued men to the hatch that led to the hold before a wave hit them head-on and swept them out to sea.

His heart in his mouth, the captain searched under the gunwale for the ax that he knew had been rusting away there for many years.

“Out of the way, Pascual!”

Blue sparks flew from the steel, but the ax blows could barely be heard above the growing clamor of the storm. At first, nothing happened.

Then there was a crash.

The deck shook as the raft, freed from its moorings, rose up and splintered against the prow of the Esperanza. The captain leaned over the gunwale, certain that all he’d find would be the dancing end of the ladder. But he was wrong.

The shipwrecked man was still there, his left hand flailing, trying to regain his grip on the rungs of the ladder. The captain reached down to him, but the desperate man was still more than two meters away.

There was only one thing to do.

He put one leg over the side and grabbed the ladder with his injured hand, simultaneously praying to and cursing that God who was so determined to drown them. For a moment he almost fell, but the sailor Pascual caught him just in time. He descended three rungs, just enough to be able to reach Pascual’s hands in case he lost his grip. He didn’t dare go any farther.

“Take my hand!”

The man tried to turn his body around to reach González, but he couldn’t make it. One of the fingers with which he was clinging to the ladder slipped.

The captain forgot all about his prayers and concentrated on his curses, albeit quietly. After all, he wasn’t so unhinged as to taunt God even more at a moment like that. However, he was mad enough to take one step farther down and grab the poor fellow by the front of his raincoat.

For a second that seemed eternal, all that held those two men to the swinging rope ladder were nine fingers, the worn sole of a boot, and a mountain of willpower.

Then the shipwrecked man managed to turn himself around enough to cling onto the captain. He hooked his feet onto the rungs, and the two men began their ascent.

Six minutes later, bent over his own vomit in the hold, the captain could scarcely believe their luck. He was struggling to calm down. He still wasn’t quite sure how the useless Roca had managed to get through the storm, but already the waves were beating less insistently against the hull, and it seemed clear that this time the Esperanza was going to make it through.

The sailors stared at him, a semicircle of faces filled with exhaustion and strain. One of them held out a towel. González waved it away.

“Clean up this mess,” he said as he straightened up, gesturing toward the floor.

The dripping castaways huddled in the darkest corner of the hold. It was scarcely possible to make out their faces in the trembling light of the cabin’s only lamp.

González took three steps toward them.

One of them came forward and held out his hand.

“Danke schön.”

Like his companions, he was covered from head to toe in a hooded black raincoat. Only one thing distinguished him from the others: a belt around his waist. And shining in the belt was the red-handled knife he had used to cut the ropes that had secured his friends to the raft.

The captain couldn’t contain himself.

“Damned son of a bitch! We could all be dead!”

González swung his arm back and struck the man on the head, knocking him down. His hood fell back, revealing a head of fair hair and a face with angular features. One cold blue eye. Where the other should have been there was only a stretch of wrinkled skin.

The shipwrecked man got up and repositioned a patch that must have been displaced by the blow over the socket. Then he put his hand on his knife. Two of the sailors stepped forward, fearing he would rip the captain apart there and then, but he merely drew it out gently and threw it onto the floor. He held his hand out again.

“Danke schön.”

In spite of himself, the captain smiled. That damned kraut had balls of steel. Shaking his head, González held out his hand.

“Where the devil did you come from?”

The other man shrugged. It was clear he didn’t understand a word of Spanish. González studied him slowly. The German must have been thirty-five to forty years old, and under his black raincoat he wore dark clothes and heavy boots.

The captain took a step toward the man’s companions, eager to know whom he’d gambled his boat and crew for, but the other man held out his arms and moved to the side, blocking his way. He planted his feet firmly, or at least he tried to, as he found it difficult to remain standing, and the expression on his face was pleading.

He doesn’t want to challenge my authority in front of my men, but he’s not prepared to let me get too close to his mysterious friends. Very well, then: Have it your way, damn you. They’ll deal with you back at Headquarters, thought González.

“Pascual.”

“Sir?”

“Tell the navigator to make for Cádiz.”

“Aye, aye, Captain,” said the sailor, disappearing through the hatch. The captain was about to follow him, heading back toward his own cabin, when the German’s voice stopped him.

“Nein. Bitte. Nicht Cádiz.”

The German’s face had altered completely when he heard the city’s name.

What is it you’re so terrified of, Fritz?

“Komm. Komm. Bitte,” said the German, gesturing that he should approach. The captain leaned in and the other man began begging in his ear. “Nicht Cádiz. Portugal. Bitte, Kapitän.”

González drew back from the German, contemplating him for over a minute. He was sure he wouldn’t be able to get any more out of the man, since his own grasp of German was limited to “Yes,” “No,” “Please,” and “Thank you.” Again he faced a dilemma where the easiest solution was the one that appealed to him the least. He decided that he had already done enough by saving their lives.

What are you hiding, Fritz? Who are your friends? What are four citizens of the most powerful nation in the world, with the biggest army, doing crossing the straits on a little old raft? Were you hoping to get to Gibraltar on that thing? No, I don’t think so. Gibraltar is full of the English, your enemies. And why not come to Spain? Judging by the tone of our glorious Generalísimo, we’ll all be crossing the Pyrenees before long to give you a hand killing the Frogs, chucking stones at them, most likely. If we really are as thick as thieves with your Führer . . . Unless you’re not so keen on him yourself, of course.

Damn it.

“Watch these men,” he said, turning to the crew. “Otero, give them some blankets and get something hot inside them.”

The captain returned to the bridge, where Roca was plotting a course for Cádiz, avoiding the storm that was now blowing into the Mediterranean.

“Captain,” said the navigator, standing to attention, “may I just say how much I admire what . . .”

“Yes, yes, Roca. Thank you very much. Is there any coffee?”

Roca poured him a cup and the captain sat down to savor the brew. He took off his waterproof cape and the sweater he was wearing underneath, which was soaked. Fortunately it wasn’t cold in the cabin.

“There’s been a change of plan, Roca. One of the Boche we rescued has given me a tip-off. Seems there’s a band of smugglers at the mouth of the Guadiana. We’ll go to Ayamonte instead, see if we can steer clear of them.”

“Whatever you say, Captain,” said the navigator, a little put out at having to plot a new course. González fixed his gaze on the back of the young man’s neck, slightly concerned. There were certain people you couldn’t talk to about certain matters, and he wondered whether Roca might be an informer. What the captain was proposing was illegal. It would be enough to get him sent to prison, or worse. But he couldn’t do it without his second in command.

Between sips of coffee, he decided that he could trust Roca. His father had killed nacionales after the fall of Barcelona a couple of years earlier.

“Ever been to Ayamonte, Roca?”

“No, sir,” said the young man, without turning round.

“It’s a charming place, three miles up the Guadiana. The wine is good, and in April it smells of orange blossom. And on the other bank of the river, that’s where Portugal starts.”

He took another sip.

“A stone’s throw, as they say.”

Roca turned, surprised. The captain gave him a tired smile.

Fifteen hours later, the deck of the Esperanza was deserted. Laughter rose from the mess, where the sailors were enjoying an early dinner. The captain had promised that after they’d eaten they would drop anchor at the port of Ayamonte, and many of them could already feel the sawdust of the tavernas under their feet. Supposedly the captain was minding the bridge himself while Roca guarded the four shipwrecked passengers.

“You’re sure this is necessary, sir?” asked the navigator, unconvinced.

“It will just be the tiniest bruise. Don’t be so cowardly, man. It has to look like the castaways attacked you in order to escape. Stay down on the floor for a bit.”

There was a dry thud and then a head appeared through the hatch, quickly followed by the castaways. Night was beginning to fall.

The captain and the German lowered the lifeboat into the water, to port, the side farthest from the mess. His companions climbed in and waited for their one-eyed leader, who had covered his head with his hood once more.

“Two hundred meters in a straight line,” the captain told him, gesturing toward Portugal. “Leave the lifeboat on the beach: I’ll need it. I’ll fetch it back later.”

The German shrugged.

“Look, I know you don’t understand a word. Here—” said González, giving him back his knife. The man tucked it away in his belt with one hand while he fumbled under his raincoat with his other. He took out a small object and placed it in the captain’s hand.

“Verrat,” he said, touching his index finger to his chest. “Rettung,” he said next, touching the chest of the Spaniard.

González studied the gift carefully. It was a sort of medal, very heavy. He held it closer to the lamp hanging in the cabin; the object gave off an unmistakable glow.

It was made of solid gold.

“Look, I can’t accept . . .”

But he was talking to himself. The boat was moving away already, and none of its occupants looked back.

To the end of his days, Manuel González Pereira, former captain in the Spanish navy, dedicated every minute he could spare away from his bookshop to the study of that gold emblem. It was a double-headed eagle set on an iron cross. The eagle was holding a sword, and there was a number 32 above its head and an enormous diamond encrusted in its chest.

He discovered that it was a Masonic symbol of the highest rank, but every expert he spoke to told him that it had to be a fake, especially since it was made of gold. The German Masons never used noble metals for the emblems of their Grand Masters. The size of the diamond—as far as the jeweler was able to ascertain without taking the piece apart—made it possible to date the stone approximately to the turn of the century.

Often, as he sat up late into the night, the bookseller thought back to the conversation he’d had with the “One-Eyed Mystery Man,” as his little son, Juan Carlos, liked to call him.

The boy never tired of hearing the story, and he invented farfetched theories about the identity of the castaways. But what excited him most were those parting words. He had deciphered them with the help of a German dictionary, and he repeated them slowly, as though by doing so he might better understand.

Verrat—treachery. Rettung—salvation.”

The bookseller died without ever having solved the mystery hidden in his emblem. His son Juan Carlos inherited the piece and became a bookseller in his turn. One September afternoon in 2002, an obscure old writer came by the bookshop to give a talk about his new work on Freemasonry. Nobody turned up, so Juan Carlos decided, in order to kill time and lessen his guest’s obvious discomfort, to show him a photo of the emblem. On seeing it, the writer’s face changed.

“Where did you get this photo?”

“It’s an old medal that belonged to my father.”

“Do you still have it?”

“Yes. Because of the triangle containing the number 32, we worked out that it was—”

“A Masonic symbol. Obviously a fake, because of the shape of the cross, and the diamond. Have you had it valued?”

“Yes. The materials are worth about 3,000 euros. I don’t know if it has any additional historical value.”

The writer looked at the piece for several seconds before replying. His lower lip trembled.

“No. Definitely not. Perhaps as a curiosity . . . but I doubt it. Still, I’d like to buy it. You know . . . for my research. I’ll give you 4,000 euros for it.”

Juan Carlos politely refused the offer, and the writer left, offended. He started coming to the bookshop on a daily basis, even though he didn’t live in the city. He pretended to rummage among the books, though in reality he spent most of the time watching Juan Carlos over the thick plastic frames of his glasses. The bookseller began to feel harassed. One winter night, on his way home, he thought he heard footsteps behind him. Juan Carlos hid in a doorway and waited. Moments later the writer appeared, an elusive shadow shivering in a threadbare raincoat. Juan Carlos emerged from the doorway and cornered the man, holding him up against the wall.

“This has to stop, do you understand?”

The old man started to cry and fell babbling to the ground, hugging his knees.

“You don’t understand, I have to have it . . .”

Juan Carlos softened. He accompanied the old man to a bar and set a glass of brandy in front of him.

“Right. Now, tell me the truth. It’s very valuable, isn’t it?”

The writer took his time before replying, studying the bookseller, who was thirty years his junior and six inches taller. Finally he gave up.

“Its value is incalculable. Though that’s not the reason I want it,” he said with a dismissive gesture.

“Why, then?”

“For the glory. The glory of discovery. It would form the basis for my next book.”

“On the piece?”

“On its owner. I’ve managed to reconstruct his life after years of research, digging around in fragments of diaries, newspaper archives, private libraries . . . the sewers of history. As few as ten very uncommunicative men in the world know his story. All of them Grand Masters, and I’m the only one with all the pieces. Though no one would believe me if I told them.”

“Try me.”

“Only if you’ll promise me one thing. That you’ll let me see it. Touch it. Just once.”

Juan Carlos sighed.

“All right. On the condition you have a good story to tell.”

The old man leaned over the table and began to whisper a story that had, till that moment, been passed from mouth to mouth between men who had sworn never to repeat it. A story of lies, of an impossible love, of a forgotten hero, of the murder of thousands of innocent people at the hands of one man. The story of the traitor’s emblem . . .

© 2008 Juan Gómez-Jurado

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  • Posted February 6, 2013

    Deserves more than just 5 stars and two thumbs up ! This is a b

    Deserves more than just 5 stars and two thumbs up ! This is a brilliant novel. Once I began reading, I couldn't put it down. I praise the author. It was so well-written, that I felt as if I was literally in the story & witnessing everything from the sidelines. I recommended this book to everyone in my book club, and they all loved it!
    Such A Great Read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 9, 2011

    Traitors Emblem

    Masons, Nazis, star-crossed lovers, revenge, a long held family secret....this book has it all. And based on a true story!

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  • Posted August 12, 2011

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    "THE TRAITOR'S EMBLEM" (REVIEW)

    "THE TRAITOR'S EMBLEM" BY JUAN GOMEZ-JURADO

    Set in a place and time where drama was a staple of everyday life, this novel is filled with excitement and will leave you biting your nails in suspense. If you're a fan of the 1940's Germany you will love this story as it delves deeply into the time when some of the darkest days were upon us.

    I definitely recommend this book!

    -Kitty Bullard / Great Minds Think Aloud Book Club

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  • Posted August 3, 2011

    The Traitor's Emblem - lots more to the book than an emblem!

    Tale of lifelong quest of Paul, searching for who his father was and his cousin, Jurgen, whom is comsumed with jealousy and rage. Their roads inevitibly clash, time and time again. It a time of tulmolt between WW1 & WW2, it gives a unique perspective of what people were suffering thru in Europe, specifically Germany. Wonderful that makes one wonder, ponder and consider....

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  • Posted July 11, 2011

    Great Historical Fiction!

    Once again, Juan Gomez-Jurado does not disappoint. The Traitor's Emblem is a fast paced book that will keep you turning the pages late into the night. The story follows Paul Reiner during the period in Germany between WW I and WW II as he tries to find out who killed his father. But family secrets, the incoming Nazi Regime and his own obsessions stand in his way. The research done for this book is evident in the details of the story. There are many times that I turned to the internet to see if the some of the facts were true, and 100% of the time, they were. No only did I enjoy the story, but I gained a better understanding of that period in history. This is one that I highly recommend.

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  • Posted June 30, 2011

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    This is an enjoyable between the World Wars in Germany romantic thriller

    In 1919 Munich, fifteen years old Alys Tannenbaum is the daughter of a wealthy Jewish businessman. Her parents keep a close watch over her. At a birthday party for insufferable aristocratic Jurgen von Schroeder, Alys meets Paul Reiner, the poor cousin of the guest of honor; Paul is working as a waiter at the gala. Repugnant Jurgen makes Alys dance with him, but when she asks him to let her go he refuses. Paul, who is Aly's age, rescues her.

    Raging at the pauper's affront, Jurgen and several punks assault Paul. This brawl encourages Paul, who already wanted to know what happened to his naval captain father whose death is allegedly tied to Jurgen's family, to seek the truth. As Jurgen joins the Nazis, he remains steadfast with his obsession to break his relative while Paul remains obsessed with learning what happened to his dad even at the cost of losing his beloved Alys.

    This is an enjoyable between the World Wars in Germany romantic thriller though the story line follows a seemingly inevitable path of destructions. The cousins loathe each other so much that nothing else matters; their perspective over the Brandenburg Gate obsessive compulsive disorder will have readers wondering about nature over nurture. Although the story line is very thin and obvious, fans will enjoy the epic look at an expanded family who during a time of relative peace in Europe are at war with each other.

    Harriet Klausner

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