A hidden past, a dangerous love and a voice to reach across the ages. A brand new title from best-selling author Catrin Collier.
Allenstein, East Prussia, 1939 - Charlotte von Datski's parents hold a glittering ball to celebrate her eighteenth birthday and announce her engagement to a Prussian count. But Hitler is about to plunge the world into war… Soon, Charlotte will be forced to leave behind her beloved homeland and flee to England carrying a secret that both strengthens and torments her.
Years later, Charlotte's granddaughter, Laura, is shocked when the truth about her grandmother’s past comes to light. Laura persuades Charlotte to embark on a journey to her childhood home in Eastern Europe. There, as Charlotte re-reads her diary and recalls the one great love of her life, she finally faces the demons that have haunted her for over half a century.
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About the Author
Catrin Collier is Wales' most prolific and well-known author of historical, romantic fictions. The daughter of a Prussian refugee mother and Welsh father, she grew up in Pontypridd. She has written 19 novels for Orion. Her first historical novel Hearts of Gold, was filmed as a mini-series by the BBC in 2003. She lives with her family on the Gower Peninsula, near Swansea. She also writes crime fiction under the pen name Katherine John.
Read an Excerpt
‘What do you think soldiers do?’ His voice had been soft, pleading. ‘Your brothers? Your husband? Me? We had to kill them, Charlotte. It was them or us. Come with me?’
She had answered him with a single word, and she had screamed it so loud that crows fluttered upwards into the air from the snow-laden branches of the skeletal trees: ‘Murderer!’
Turning her back to him, she ran into the house. Minna walked towards her leading her mother and Erich by their hands, the same panic, confusion and fear mirrored in all three faces.
The responsibilities she had shouldered on her father's death had never weighed so heavy, and she had never felt so weak or so alone, without even the illusion of love to sustain her.
At that moment she knew with a terrible certainty that Sasha had used her to survive. And she loved him too much even to blame or despise him for it