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Today I’m on the ‘Celeste Three Is Missing’ blogtour, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
About the Author :
After ten happy years of retirement in rural France, Chris Calder is back in England. He came late to writing novels, penning his first whilst incarcerated in a French hospital following cancer surgery. At the time he spoke little French. Unable to communicate effectively with the staff, he spent his time fleshing out his first novel. Five more have followed; light thrillers leavened with humour. Best of all, the cancer is now history.
Chris knows that readers of fiction expect to be diverted and entertained. He loves feedback and believes passionately that taking on board readers’ views improves what what he does. You can email him at firstname.lastname@example.org. Go on, he’d love to hear from you.
The world’s first earth-orbit passenger plane, the sensational Celeste Three, takes off from its base in Arizona, also the only place where it is designed land. On a routine flight the craft disappears.
On board is Viktor Karenkov, billionaire oil magnate who has used his wealth to evade prosecution for a murder he committed years earlier. Gregory Topozian, the murdered man’s friend, has been waiting for a chance to bring Karenkov to justice. With dogged determination and considerable ingenuity, he conceives an audacious plan.
Getting the craft down in total secrecy is key. And someone has to pay the huge costs involved.
Guest Post :
The Awful Truth
In 1937, master tailor Isaac Bartelewski left his home in the Sudetenland and settled with his wife and son in East London, where he soon established a reputation as the best bespoke tailor in the Mile End Road.
Isaac worked long hours, but every morning he took a tea break in Jacko’s tearoom. In those days such places were not called cafés. Tea cost a penny, but only three farthings if you brought your own mug. Isaac’s was a white enamelled one with a blue handle and rim. A farthing was a farthing, after all.
Isaac became one of a small group who spent their tea breaks setting the world to rights. Sometimes he took his seven-year-old son Daniel along for a mug of tea and a bun. Little Danny would sit listening intently, saying nothing.
One day the topic at the table was, as it had been every day of late, the expected war and its outcome. One man said that he admired immigrants like Isaac who had fled the Nazis but, God forbid, what would they do if Hitler won?
To Isaac the very idea was unthinkable! Puce with fury he rose, leaned forward and placed his palms on the table. Little Danny cowered, his eyes saucer wide. Isaac, sputtering in frustration as he tried to find the right words, finally spoke.
“Hitler vin?” he thundered, shaking with fury. “HITLER VIN? Let me telling you, Adolf Hitler will becoming a Jew before he is becoming King of England!”
Thus did a little boy in the East End of London come to believe for a short while (for hadn’t his own papa said so?) that Adolf Hitler would become King of England, after he had first converted to Judaism.
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