Based on a true story, this novel chronicles the inspiring love affair between a German Christian woman imprisoned during the Holocaust and a Nazi prison guard. Love overcomes hate when together they save the life of a young orphaned Russian girl.

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Even though I have spent years in the camps, this is the worst night of my life. I keep wondering what will happen, when will the Ravensbrück SS come and arrest me and find little Andrea, my Russian orphan. Surely this will happen. Why was I so stupid?

It is May 1943 and the prison is quiet. I hear screams now and then, but I don’t know if they are real or if they have become so common they seem real. Every time there is a small sound of some kind, I think it is the clomping of German boots. And the SS will drag little Andrea and me to where they will shoot us dead.

As I stare at the planks on the wooden ceiling, the stench of death filling my nostrils, it is like I am having a nightmare, but I am awake and imagining the worst: Gottfried’s trick has worked—he has exposed Andrea and me, and I feel like such a fool to have trusted a Nazi prison guard who showed me indications of love. I keep crying and praying, but I wonder if God is hearing me, and why he will want to help me when so many others need his help.

Oh, how my faith is tested tonight, where are you God? Prayer is all I have and I want to believe a miracle will occur. But maybe all the miracles have been used up and there are none left.

Depicts the theological nuances of the JFK and Lee Harvey Oswald assassinations including never before divulged information about why Jack Ruby attorney Melvin Belli was a co-conspirator in the cover-up.

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“I have news for you,” the caller said in high-pitched tone, “The President’s been shot.”

Attorney General Robert F. Kennedy’s brain attempted to comprehend these words as he listened carefully to FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover on the unusually warm, sunny afternoon of November 22, 1963. It was a few minutes before two-o’clock, and Bobby had just enjoyed a swim at his Hickory Hill residence in McLean, Virginia after spending the morning in Justice Department meetings about organized crime. Dressed in a T-shirt and shorts, RFK, having just finished a lunch of a tuna fish sandwich and clam chowder, asked Hoover, “Is it serious?” The answer, “I think it’s serious, I am trying to get more details. I’ll call you back when I find out more,” caused Bobby to clap his hand to his mouth and to wobble back towards wife Ethel, and two guests, New York district attorney Robert Morgenthau and his assistant, criminal division chief, Silvio Mollo. Then he slouched to the ground, lifted his hands to his face, and said in sad tone, “Jack’s been shot. It may be fatal.”

As Ethel comforted him, and the others, including nearby workmen who were listening to the radio, recoiled in shock, RFK began to telephone for details. He finally reached Parkland Hospital in Dallas and was told that his brother wasn’t conscious. Bobby asked if a priest had been located and was told one had been. Moments later, a telephone call from Hoover confirmed RFK’s worst fears when he heard the words, “The President’s dead.”

A few minutes later, Bobby, the second most powerful man in the country, walked around the grounds alone on the six-acre estate alongside his thirteen bedroom, thirteen bath home, his head down, shoulders slouched, hands in his pockets. Trailing at his heels was his favorite dog, Brumus, a black Newfoundland.

RFK, having just celebrated his 38th birthday with JFK and Jackie, had lost a brother; the nation had lost its 35th President. At 2:38 p.m., Lyndon Baines Johnson became the 36th President of the United States.

Attempting to calm himself, Bobby, his words barely audible, told Press Secretary Ed Guthman. “I thought they would get one of us, but Jack, after all he had been through, I never worried about it . . . I thought it would be me.”

Details the life and times of Victorian artist James Tissot and the influence of Emmerich on the famous Tissot Bible

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In 1887, J. James Tissot, the revered French artist best known for his Victorian masterpieces, shocked those that knew him in the art world by embracing an entirely different project. Instead of enjoying his well-deserved fame, he suddenly announced the intention to travel to Palestine where he intended to chronicle the life of Jesus Christ with specific focus on the crucifixion and resurrection as portrayed in the Bible. Why did he do so, and perhaps more perplexing, why did Tissot decide to risk his reputation by including in the drawings and text of the four-volume set titled The Life of our Savior Jesus Christ, the mystical experiences of controversial German Nun Anne Catherine Emmerich?

The answer is as mysterious as the artist himself with absolutes as to his motives still in doubt more than one hundred years later. Regardless, probing the life of Tissot and how it intersected with Emmerich’s provides credible clues as to the artist’s mindset when he began his Palestinian adventure. This, in turn, permits a better appreciation of one of the great works depicting the actual events surrounding the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus Christ.