Ruins Book One - D. Giles, G.

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Résumé :
A dramatic saga with a noir bent set in the Sahara Desert WW2 North Africa -- Libya, Cairo, Algeria, Tunisia. We Can't All Be Heroes Libya, the Fezzan 1942 A German officer collaborates with a French Algerian priest and a Jewish Resistance leader to safeguard his munitions complex from the Free French in exchange for his protection of the inhabitants of their shared oasis from German and Italian authorities. A matter of opinion who is the boss. She took his cigarettes, lighting two and offering him one. Where are you from? Berlin? Do I know you? Should I? Come on. It's not a difficult question, not even important. I just want to know. He hesitated. I am Hauptmann Dieter Reineke. You do not know me. You're right, I don't. I've never heard of you. She lowered her rifle, cradling it in her arms like an infant. I am Anna who knew Albert. Albert. He considered the Alberts he knew. Einstein, she blew a thin stream of smoke from her lungs. You know if you were young and handsome, Hauptmann, I might consider having sex with you. She laughed as his eyes flew wide, a reassuring tap of her steel on his arm. It's all right, mein Liebchen, we'll think of something else. And so they did.

Biographie:
G. D. Giles is an historian and a literary fiction writer who works primarily in the historical fiction, drama, and noir genres.

Sommaire:
A dramatic saga with a noir bent set in the Sahara Desert WW2 North Africa -- Libya, Cairo, Algeria, Tunisia. We Can't All Be Heroes Libya, the Fezzan 1942 A German officer collaborates with a French Algerian priest and a Jewish Resistance leader to safeguard his munitions complex from the Free French in exchange for his protection of the inhabitants of their shared oasis from German and Italian authorities. A matter of opinion who is the boss. She took his cigarettes, lighting two and offering him one. Where are you from? Berlin? Do I know you? Should I? Come on. It's not a difficult question, not even important. I just want to know. He hesitated. I am Hauptmann Dieter Reineke. You do not know me. You're right, I don't. I've never heard of you. She lowered her rifle, cradling it in her arms like an infant. I am Anna who knew Albert. Albert. He considered the Alberts he knew. Einstein, she blew a thin stream of smoke from her lungs. You know if you were young and handsome, Hauptmann, I might consider having sex with you. She laughed as his eyes flew wide, a reassuring tap of her steel on his arm. It's all right, mein Liebchen, we'll think of something else. And so they did....