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Author: Kerr, Philip
Brand: Ember
Color: Sky/Pale blue
Edition: Reprint
Binding: paperback
Format: Deckle Edge
Number Of Pages: 278
Release Date: 10-02-2015
Part Number: 0385755465_used
Details: Product Description
From Philip Kerr, the New York Times bestselling author of the Bernie Gunther novels, comes a breathtaking journey of survival in the dark days of WWII in Ukraine, a country that remains tumultuous today. This inspiring tale captures the power of the human spirit and is perfect for fans of The Book Thief, Milkweed, and The Boy in the Striped Pajamas.It will soon be another cold winter in the Ukraine. But it's 1941, and things are different this year. Max, the devoted caretaker of an animal preserve, must learn to live with the Nazis who have overtaken this precious land. He must also learn to keep secrets—for there is a girl, Kalinka, who is hiding in the park.Kalinka has lost her home, her family, her belongings—everything but her life. Still, she has gained one small, precious gift: a relationship with the rare wild and wily Przewalski's horses that wander the preserve. Aside from Max, these endangered animals are her only friends—until a Nazi campaign of extermination nearly wipes them out for good.Now Kalinka must set out on a treacherous journey across the frozen forest to save the only two surviving horses—and herself.
About the Author
Philip Kerr is the New York Times bestselling author of the WWII Bernie Gunther crime novels and the children's fantasy series Children of the Lamp. He lives in England.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
It was during the summer of 1941 that, to a man, the management of the State Steppe Nature Reserve of the Ukrainian Soviet Socialist Republic ran away. Before he drove from the reserve in his shiny black limousine, Borys Demyanovich Krajnik, who was the senior manager, ordered Maxim Borisovich Melnik--who looked after all the animals on the nature reserve--to run away, too.
“The Germans are coming,” he’d told Max. “Their armies have attacked and invaded the Soviet Union without warning. They’ve already taken the great city of Kiev and they will be here soon. Perhaps as early as next week.”
Krajnik was emptying his desk and packing his bags while he was speaking to Maxim Borisovich Melnik and seemed to be preparing to leave.
“But I thought the Germans were our allies,” said Max, for much had changed in Ukraine since 1919.
“They were, that’s true. But now they’re not, see? That’s just politics. Doubtless they’re after the oil fields of the Crimea. For their war machine. Look, Maxim Borisovich, all you need to know now is that the Germans are fascists and when they get here, they will kill you. Of course, in time our own Red Army will defeat them, but until this happens, you should definitely leave the reserve.”
“But where shall I go?” Max asked Krajnik.
“That’s your problem, Comrade. But my advice is to go east, toward our own forces. Go east as quickly as you can. However, before you can leave, there’s an important order I’m giving to you. Very important. It comes from the central committee.”
Max was astounded that the central committee of the Communist Party even knew he still existed, let alone that they had given him an important order. He couldn’t help smiling at the very idea of this.
“An order for me? What is it, Comrade?”
“The committee orders you to slaughter all of the animals on the reserve.”
“You’re joking, Borys Demyanovich. Or perhaps the committee is joking.”
“The central committee doesn’t make jokes, Maxim Borisovich.”
The smile disappeared from Max’s old bearded face as quickly as it had arrived. He rubbed his neck thoughtfully; it always seemed to hurt a little when the subject of killing an animal came up.
“Kill all our animals, you say?”
“All of them.”
“What--the zebras? The ostriches? The llamas?”
“Yes, Comrade.”
“Including the Przewalski’s horses?”
“Including the horses.”
“For goodness’ sake, why?”
“To stop them from falling into enemy hands, of course. There’s enough meat walking around this reserve to feed a small army. Deer, goats, bison, horses, chickens--they’re all to
EAN: 9780385755467
Package Dimensions: 8.1 x 5.4 x 0.8 inches
Languages: English