Valley of Betrayal

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Artist Sophie Grace has one goal: finding her beloved Michael in war-torn Spain. His work as a news photographer has taken him deep into the country wracked by civil war between rag-tag Spanish patriots and Nazi-backed Franco forces.
 
            Secrets abound in ruined Spain. Michael is loving but elusive, especially about beautiful Maria. The American who ...
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Overview


Artist Sophie Grace has one goal: finding her beloved Michael in war-torn Spain. His work as a news photographer has taken him deep into the country wracked by civil war between rag-tag Spanish patriots and Nazi-backed Franco forces.
 
            Secrets abound in ruined Spain. Michael is loving but elusive, especially about beautiful Maria. The American who helped Sophie sneak into Spain turns up in odd places. Michael’s friend José knows more than he tells. When reports of Michael’s disappearance reach her, Sophie is devastated. What are her feelings for Philip, an American soldier who comes to her rescue?  Sophie must sift truth from lies as she becomes more embroiled in the war that threatens her life and breaks her heart.
 
            Acclaimed author Tricia Goyer creates a riveting cast of characters against the backdrop of pre-WWII Spain. Love, loss, pain, and beauty abound in this first book in her new series, Chronicles of the Spanish Civil War.
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Tricia Goyer has done it again . . . this time by setting her latest novel during Spanish Civil War, a regional conflict that was a warm-up to the main event-World War II. Highly interesting . . . and highly readable.
-Mike Yorkey, co-author of the Every Man's Battle series

This "wow" novel will delight Tricia Goyer's fans. She takes an unfamiliar, murky war and paints vivid portraits of individuals caught in the contradictory conflict.  Tricia addresses the desperation and horror redemptively, allowing the reader a hard-fought hope. Prepare for a surprising adventure.
-Dr. Rebecca Price Janney, historian, author of Great Stories in American History

A Valley of Betrayal is a haunting depiction of the autocracies of war and the triumph of faith. Through the power of story Tricia brings history alive so that we never forget the battles that have been fought and the brave men and women who have gone before us.
-Amy Wallace, author of Ransomed Dreams

After breathing new life into WWII historical fiction for the past few years, Tricia Goyer turns her keen eye to vistas of the Spanish Civil War.  Goyer is a painter of words, creating memorable scenes and characters, educating while entertaining.  And, at the heart of this story, she reminds us that God can bring beauty from the darkest places, that each of us have gifts that can be used to God's glory.  This is a fantastic new series, not to be missed.
-Eric Wilson, author of The Best of Evil, Expiration Date, and Dark to Mortal Eyes

The real heroes of war aren't the soldiers but the character of its people.  A Valley of Betrayal speaks to the heart when deceit threatens truth.
-DiAnn Mills, author of the Nebraska Legacy novels and Leather and Lace novels

Air battles of the Spanish Civil War were responsible for rapid improvement of aircraft fighters and bombers flown in World War II.  Tricia Goyer, unfortunately no relation, has enriched the world of aviation history.  In addition, I have always enjoyed reading a good action novel and getting a little history as a bonus.
-Norm Goyer, Aviation Editor, Author, and Historian

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780802467676
  • Publisher: Moody Publishers
  • Publication date: 2/1/2007
  • Series: Chronicles of the Spanish Civil War
  • Edition description: Book 1
  • Pages: 320
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.10 (d)

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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A Valley of Betrayal


By Tricia Goyer

MOODY PUBLISHERS

Copyright © 2007 TRICIA GOYER
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-8024-6767-6


Chapter One

JULY 18, 1936 SOMEWHERE IN FRANCE

Hoy se ven las nubes de la lluvia de mañana. Today we see the clouds of tomorrow's rain. Spanish proverb

The man wouldn't stop staring, and every one of her mother's warnings about traveling alone in a foreign country assaulted Sophie Grace's mind like the heavy rain pelting the train window. Fumbling for her leather journal, she quickly sketched the man's image. That way, if she showed up missing, they'd at least have a clue to lead them to her abductor.

She didn't need to turn around to remember his long, narrow face. Thick sideburns and equally thick eyebrows set above two small eyes. His hat sat too low on his brow to distinguish his hairline, but his smile reminded her of Benjamin Franklin's on the statue in the courtyard of the Old City Hall in Boston. Slight, yet knowing. And unchanging as if the man were as stiff as a statue himself.

Ten minutes later, a sketch of the man's narrow face, beady eyes, and black fedora filled the page. She glanced back once more. He looked up and offered her a bigger, crooked smile over the masthead of a French newspaper.

Nice try,buddy. But I'm not biting.

Receiving complimentary looks from strangers wasn't something new, but feeling nervous to the point of hearing her heart beating in her throat was. Maybe the fact that she didn't know a soul for hundreds of miles had something to do with it? Yes, that was it.

Ginny, her dearest friend, had labeled Sophie's trek The Great Spanish Adventure. And through weeks of packing they'd discussed bullfights, gypsies, music, flamenco dancing, sunshine, and afternoon siestas. Yet what Sophie hadn't confessed to Ginny was that the journey had nothing to do with Spain and everything to do with Michael.

Sophie flipped to the first page of her journal and brushed an ink-stained fingertip over the edges of the photo she'd taped there. In fewer than twenty-four hours she would arrive in Madrid, and she'd be with him again. Michael, the international correspondent who had swept twenty-five-year old Sophie off her feet. Michael, who danced divinely and lived life with passion. Michael, who used his camera to transform everyday life into art, yet who also grew bored if there wasn't a bit of blood and guts, or politics, to capture on film. Michael, who once dared her to travel to Spain, and who would be both delighted and shocked to discover she'd gone and done it.

My trip to Europe is a kaleidoscope, and every new color shift brings a deeper understanding of him, Sophie now wrote on the page opposite Michael's photograph. She lifted the journal and read the words again, smiling-the train's rocking had added a gentle wiggle to her typically flawless penmanship.

She closed the book and focused on the luminous mountains ahead and the symmetrical clouds poised above. Both were slightly out of focus due to the film of water on the window-like an Impressionist painting, hinting of form and color without real definition.

Almost there.

In less than an hour she'd be at the Spanish border. In a day she'd be in Michael's arms. And in a few days she'd truly be his for a lifetime, which meant she'd never have to think again about men like the one behind her.

Shabby old buildings passed her window as the train began to slow for Hendaye, the last French town before the tracks entered Spain. But as she looked out the train window, Sophie realized something was terribly wrong.

* * *

CATALONIA. SPAIN

Philip Stanford flung his red-white-and-blue exercise jacket over his shoulder and strode out of the stadium onto Ramblas Avenue. He and the other members of the American track team had arrived in Barcelona two days before and had enjoyed the food, wine, and especially the flamenco dancers. As an undistinguished high school teacher from Seattle, Washington, Philip never expected to travel overseas, much less visit an exotic place like Spain. In fact, he only had two great talents. One was his ability to run fast. The second was to train others to do the same. And it was this role as trainer that had brought him to Barcelona.

"Tomorrow's the big day." Philip reached up to pat the shoulder of his companion, sprinter Attis Brody. Though Philip was six feet tall when he stood straight, he felt short and squat next to Attis's six-foot-four-inch frame. And now that the day's practice was over, it was with a slow stride that he and Attis headed back to their hotel by the globed streetlights' yellow illumination. The light danced on the slightly damp cobblestones and filtered into the breeze, which carried the scent of burning olive oil, flowers from the shrubbery they passed, and the sweat from Attis's tall, lean body.

"Tomorrow you'll be introduced to the world," Philip continued. "Did you see those other guys working out? They ran as if someone had tied twenty-pound weights to their legs."

Attis laughed and said something, but honking automobiles made it hard for Philip to hear his comeback. The noisy vehicles seemed to be moving faster through the streets than should be allowed, weaving through the throngs of people, the horse carts, and men on horseback. Philip shouldered up to Attis, nudging him closer to the edge of the buildings they passed.

From the buildings, the yellow-and-red-striped federal flags of Catalonia waved overhead, slapping in the breeze like clapping hands. The two men approached the end of the street, and Attis paused, looking up at the flags with a wide smile. Philip had sensed Attis's excitement for the recently instated government the first time they practiced in Barcelona's new stadium. But nothing moved his friend more than the scarlet colors of the United Socialist Party of Catalonia, the United Party of Communists and Socialists, the black-and-red banner of the anarchists, and in fewer places the government flags of Spain, showing both the old ways and the new Socialist ideas attempting to coexist. It was Attis's beliefs lived out. They'd stumbled upon a real place where people believed in a classless society working together in common ownership-or at the very least, a place where that was the goal, in the five months since the government, comprised mostly of Communists and Socialists, won the election.

Attis also did two things well. First was to run fast. And second was to make himself aware of the fight against Fascism all over the world, and in recent days, especially Spain. After years of living in the midst of economic depression, Attis had joined the Communist Party. He believed this equality among men was just what Spain needed-just what America needed too.

To Philip, the tension that hung in the air was just as noticeable as the symbolism behind the flapping flags. Rumors about a revolution in Spain concerned him, but there was no time for fretting. Attis had come to run, and Philip had come to make sure he won a gold medal. It's what they'd dreamed about since they were kids. Now they were both twenty-three, and this was the second dream Attis was fulfilling. Finding a good wife in Louise had been his first.

At the top of Ramblas they entered a park called the Plaza de Cataluna. It was decked out with brightly colored flowering shrubs, statues-including one of a naked woman forever kneeling down, peering at herself in the center of a pool-and fountains that displayed a formality and dignity unseen in the manufacturing district in Seattie where he lived. Moving beyond that, they reached a circular area of cafés, restaurants, the large telephone building that stretched like a skyscraper into the sky, and the American consulate.

On the upper side, Paseo de Gracia led to the newer, more spacious part of the town. Yet it was this lower side that most intrigued Philip-the shabby, congested quarters that suggest to him how Spaniards had lived and died for hundreds of years. If only he could walk through the streets for a few hours without drawing the attention of the people. His brightly colored uniform didn't allow for that, nor did his light hair and pale skin, which set him apart from even the fairer of the Spaniards. He put those thoughts aside. The race yet to be run, he reminded himself, was the important thing. While the rest of the world was focused on the Olympics in Berlin, Attis had refused to attend.

"I won't run in the same country as Hitler. I won't run with any swastika waving over my head," he had said. "I'd cut off my legs at the knees first."

Philip glanced around as they approached their hotel. Soldiers in olive uniforms marched down the streets, weapons shouldered. Distant gunfire floated on the dusty air, and Philip wondered if Berlin would have been the better, safer choice after all.

Yet Attis had said Spain, and Spain it was. Even if he hadn't been Attis's trainer, he would have come as his protector-even though his friend had long since passed him by in height and strength. That's the way it had always been, and he'd promised Attis's wife, that's the way it would always be-whether the big guy knew it or not.

Chapter Two

The gloomy town outside the train's window matched Sophie's mood as she clutched her passport. Mere miles separated her from the border to Spain. Oh, yes, and the men who guarded those borders.

A porter in pristine uniform approached hurriedly, cap in hand. "I regret to inform you, mademoiselle," he said as he bowed, "the Spanish frontier is closed. Only Spaniards are allowed entrance."

"What do you mean, closed?" Sophie waved her passport under the man's thin pointed nose. "I have been traveling for nearly a month to get this far!"

"You must depart here at Hendaye-the last town before the border. There is a revolution in Spain." He dared to look at her eyes, then looked away again, peering over his shoulder as if hoping someone else on the train would come to his assistance.

"I don't care about foreign politics. I simply have to get to Madrid. It's a matter of life or death!" She wasn't lying, she told herself. Life without Michael would be death.

"Sorry, mademoiselle. Your baggage has already been unloaded at the platform. I have no choice but to escort you from this cabin."

Reluctantly Sophie rose from the cushioned seat and followed the porter to the exit. The cool evening air that hit her cheeks bore the heavy scent of rain. She tucked her journal and small satchel under one arm, and with the other she pulled the collar of her traveling jacket tight to her chin.

Sure enough, her trunks and crates were piled next to the train station. She could feel the tears rising behind her eyes. All around her, other passengers were hurrying away from the station.

She stopped a man who had just exited the train. "Excuse me, sir. Can you give me directions to the nearest hotel?"

He rattled off something in French and threw his arms up in the air when she didn't respond.

Sophie turned back toward her luggage. Next to her things stood the staring man from the train. He glanced at her, dropped his cigarette to the ground, and stamped it out.

She fumbled with the journal in her hands and glanced around.

"Miss, my name is Walt Block, and I'm a reporter from New York." He spoke with a crisp New York accent and stepped toward her, unhindered by her glare. "I see we're in the same bind here, and I was hoping we could help each other out?"

Sophie straightened her back. "Unless you have a cart for all my things, a hotel with a vacancy, and some magical powers that could cause me to wake up in Madrid, I really don't think you can be of any help."

"Actually, while you were arguing with the porter, I learned the name of the nearest hotel. Spain has refused entrance to foreigners. It could be weeks before the borders open. Yet why should we sit here forever? I know of a way via Port-Bou, but for that we'll have to get a car to Perpignan."

Sophie nodded as if she understood what he was talking about.

"Once we're in a safe zone, I can help you find a way to Madrid." He shifted the small suitcase he carried. He still wore that black hat, yet when she looked closer, in the light of the streetlamp, Sophie believed she saw compassion in his beady eyes. At least she hoped it was compassion.

"We can be across the border by this time tomorrow. If you trust me, that is," he added, tipping his hat.

"What choice do I have?"

Walt smiled, revealing a dimpled cheek, and Sophie quickly continued. "I mean, I appreciate your going out of your way to help me. But you have to tell me what my part is."

"I've been in Paris a few weeks on assignment for my syndicate, and I've been called to cover Barcelona. I heard you speaking Spanish on the train. You're fairly fluent?"

His voice was pleasant now, and he presented himself as a man of good breeding. Maybe her first impression had been wrong.

"Yes, for the most part. I've studied for the last year preparing for this trip, and took a few years of study at college before that."

The man sighed. "If you could interpret for me, talk to the officials at the border, I can help you with my credentials. I'm sure I can get you a temporary pass to get in as my interpreter. But there is one problem."

"What's that?"

He waved a hand toward the half-dozen crates and trunks. "Newspaper people travel light. If you show up with all this, they'll never believe us. Maybe we can get the local hotel to keep it for you-for a price, of course."

Sophie didn't hesitate. Her things or her man. An easy choice. She stretched out her hand and connected with his. "It's a deal. I've heard about the previous Spanish uprisings, and I don't want to wait around a few weeks until things settle down. How can I ever repay you?" "Don't thank me yet. We're not over the border. Now, wait here while I find a place for your things." And with long strides he disappeared, heading toward what appeared to be the center of town.

Sophie looked to the sky, hoping the rain would hold off. Then she glanced around the deserted platform and shivered. I'm alone, in the dark of night, in a village on the French border, committing myself to travel with a man I have exchanged fewer than ten sentences with.

"And to top if off," she muttered under her breath, "I get to take only one suitcase!"

* * *

No matter how hard he tried, Philip couldn't think of one witty thing he could say to Marvin Duncan. Not one.

Marv was a high school classmate and the local reporter who'd promised Philip a front-page story when they arrived home from Spain.

We traveled for two weeks, didn't run one race, and scooted away like frightened schoolgirls at the first sign of danger. That wasn't exactly what he wanted to confess to Marv, who got whatever he wanted-including Elizabeth, the girl Philip admired but had been too shy to pursue.

Yet worse than having to face up to Mary was the idea of coming all this way without Attis having the chance to run a single race.

Just hours ago, after he and Attis had returned to the hotel and toasted their hoped-for success over dinner, they received notice that the Workers' Games were off, cancelled due to rebel uprisings all over Spain. As they prepared for bed, the swanky avenues they were scheduled to march down for the Workers' Games parade filled up with activists instead-some on horseback, others on foot. Still others lounged drowsily on the terraces of nearby cafés closed for the night, the red glow from their cigarettes spotting the black street like Christmas lights strung on a thin line down the avenue.

Now he lay in bed in the dark hotel room, considering their options. Maybe he could convince the committee to let the athletes run a few races despite the threat. So far this revolution consisted of more talk than bite.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden rumbling of cannons, the sound of high-powered motorcars racing up the avenue, and the sputtering of machine guns. Seconds later, the pounding of marching feet met his ears.

Philip scrambled to the bureau for his trousers and turned to the window. Attis was already up and peering outside.

Shouts filled the air. "Viva la Rep'blica! Viva Azana! Viva Cataluna!"

"What's going on?" Philip's knees trembled as he buttoned his pants, and a rumbling of excitement coursed through his gut. He moved to the window and spotted groups of men marching below. A group broke off and literally began tearing up the streets, prying up cobblestones. Then came more crackling of rifles, closer.

(Continues...)



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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 21, 2007

    A winning story of a war-torn country...

    The first novel in a new series about the Spanish Civil War, A Valley of Betrayal unfolds with a distinctively Goyer-esque feel to it. In this book, author Tricia Goyer does another brilliant job bringing history to life with vivid characters searching for their meaning in the midst of conflict, each wanting to contribute their utmost for their cause. In this time and place in history, it's the middle of the Spanish Civil War. The Nazi's are exerting their influence from one side, strong-arming Fascism over the country. At the same time, Russia is enticing the area with the idealistic vision of Communism. Spain is divided between the two political perspectives, and the resulting battleground ravages the country in the process. The most serious fighting isn't found on the front lines, though, but in the internal struggle of every individual who must decide who they are and what they truly believe in. Some of the characters are natives of Spain others from different countries who are drawn to the area for their own reasons. Some come to fight, and some to serve, but they all discover themselves in the process. Each naturally feels that their side has the most righteous cause, and all are willing to risk everything in the effort to win the war. Goyer tries to communicate the struggle of a people searching for themselves amidst the rubble of their ideals. It's not an easy struggle, nor an easy story to read considering the cost of the war. But despite the fact that no one seems to emerge on top in this bloody battle, the novel itself is a winner. I highly recommend A Valley of Betrayal by author Tricia Goyer, and eagerly look forward to the next installment in the series.

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  • Posted January 29, 2009

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    More like 4.5 stars...

    I'm so used to Tricia's Nazi era books that this one took me a while longer to get into at first. However, she had me hook, line, and sinker on this one to the end. Trica is so adept at describing scenes that you feel like you're there. The blood, the smoke, the cries of the dying. Her descriptions are an amazing treat for the senses. Tricia does a fabulous job describing the horror of war. Her writing style is always a cultural banquet and I felt like I got a real taste of war-torn Europe. She also had me going there for awhile about Michael. I'm still not sure I like the guy. Plus, there is still some major mystery lingering by the books end. And the romance! Oye ve! She BETTER address some of that in the sequel or I'll have to hunt her down. I can almost feel the rope burns on my neck from where she left me hanging! I wish I had the sequel on hand because I'd whip it out and continue the saga right now! Great new series. Makes me want to kick back, put my feet up, roll my Rs, and eat a torta! :)

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  • Posted January 29, 2009

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    Learning while you read

    I think I enjoyed this book a lot more than the average person would because I'm a history major. There was LOTS of information about the war and the circumstances surrounding it, and how it leads up to WWII (thanks for doing the research for me Tricia! lol). I can see if you're not a history buff how some of this info would be boring since this is not an American war. Like I said though, I really enjoyed learning as I read. I've read other books about the Spanish Civil war that don't really give you any details about the war itself, they just send in Americans to save the poor helpless Europeans. Valley instead shows the pride of the Spanish people and allows the reader to immerse in the culture. You get caught up in the character's lives, both Sophie's and Phillip's, as you read about the people they are seeing, the death happening around them, the run for safety. I really felt for Sophie when she finds out the truth about Michael and the lies she must now face. To me that was when her character has to grow up and makes the change towards maturity in the story. She is no longer on vacation in Spain, she is on a mission to survive. The only thing I didn't like about the book was that I'm left hanging at the end of the story and I must wait till fall to find out what happens. Until then, I highly recommend this book if you like an excellent story with rich historical detail.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 26, 2007

    Rich Walk through History

    This book is a rich trip back in time to the days of the Spanish Civil War. I love history, in particular World War Two, and all I could tell you about the Spanish Civil War before was that it occurred immediately prior to World War Two and that the Russians and Germans prepared for that war on the battlefields in Spain. After reading this book, I know so much more, but all without losing the great entertainment and story I¿ve come to expect in Tricia Goyer¿s books. From the first page to the last I was drawn in to this complex story about people living in impossible times. The book contains a rich mixture of characters to tell the story from a wide array of perspectives. Tricia has the ability to transport the reader back in time to Spain. I could see the buildings, smell the acrid air after another talk, and almost touch the colorful clothes. The challenges of the war and politics behind it were disturbing, but provided a backdrop for the faith of the people involved in the story.

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