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Spradlin, Michael P.

 
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Synopsis

The only place they could hide from the Nazis was right beneath their feet!

Nazi gun fire can only mean one thing...The Germans are closing in. And twelve-year-old Anton knows his family can't outrun them. A web of underground caves seems like the perfect place to hide. But danger lurks above the surface. Ruthless Major Karl Von Duesen of the Gestapo has made it his mission to round up every Jew in the Ukrainian countryside. Anton knows if his community is discovered, they will be sent off to work camps...or worse. When a surprise invasion catches them off guard, Anton makes a radical decision. He won't run any longer. And he won't hide. He will stop being the hunted...and start doing some hunting of his own. Michael P. Spradlin's newest thriller is the ultimate game of cat and mouse set during one of the darkest moments in history.

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À propos de l'auteur

Michael P. Spradlin is a New York Times bestselling author. His books include Into the Killing Seas, the Youngest Templar trilogy, the Wrangler Award Winner Off Like the Wind! The First Ride of the Pony Express, and several other novels and picture books. He holds a black belt in television remote control and is fluent in British, Canadian, Australian, and several other English-based languages. He lives in Lapeer, Michigan. Visit him online at michaelspradlin.com.

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Tonight he had seen the soldiers walk past him, close enough to touch. Soldiers with guns who would shoot him down if they spotted him. Everything he had heard was true. He was just a twelve-year-old boy and yet they hunted him. He had broken no laws, done nothing wrong. He was simply born Jewish.



How could anyone want to kill him for it?


Nazi gun fire can only mean one thing...



The Germans are closing in. And twelve-year-old Anton knows his family can't outrun them. A web of underground caves seems like the perfect place to hide. But danger lurks above the surface. Ruthless Major Karl Von Duesen of the Gestapo has made it his mission to round up every Jew in the Ukrainian countryside. Anton knows if his community is discovered, they will be sent off to work camps...or worse.



When a surprise invasion catches them off guard, Anton makes a radical decision. He won't run any longer. And he won't hide. He will stop being the hunted...and start doing some hunting of his own.



Michael P. Spradlin's newest thriller is the ultimate game of cat and mouse set during one of the darkest moments in history.

À propos de la deuxième de couverture

Nazi gun fire can only mean one thing...

The Germans are closing in. And twelve-year-old Anton knows his family can't outrun them. A web of underground caves seems like the perfect place to hide. But danger lurks above the surface. Ruthless Major Karl Von Duesen of the Gestapo has made it his mission to round up every Jew in the Ukrainian countryside. Anton knows if his community is discovered, they will be sent off to work camps...or worse.

When a surprise invasion catches them off guard, Anton makes a radical decision. He won't run any longer. And he won't hide. He will stop being the hunted...and start doing some hunting of his own.

Michael P. Spradlin's newest thriller is the ultimate game of cat and mouse set during one of the darkest moments in history.

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Silence was life. Stillness was freedom. Anton turned his head to the dirt, so light would not reflect off his face. He curled his body tightly and tried to control his breathing, certain he was going to be discovered. As the sound of the halftrack grew nearer he and Bubbe had hurried toward the tree line. But his grandmother hadn't been able to make it. Behind them, he could hear the engine stop and the men leave the vehicle. He heard orders barked in German. "Bubbe," he whispered. "Cover yourself with dirt." The soil was damp from the recent rains. He dug his hands into the ground and disguised his face and hands. He helped his grandmother cover hers and pulled her shawl up around her face. "When the soldiers come, you must make yourself as small as possible and keep your face turned to the ground," he said. "Be brave my kinder," she said. He watched his grandmother curl herself into a ball. Many years of hard work on the farm had made her stiff, and she grunted with the effort.Anton lifted his head slightly and studied the four men. They were spreading out along the road and he heard automatic weapons being cocked. The noise of the guns carried across the field so loudly he felt as if the sound was cutting through him. When the Gestapo entered the wheat field, he ducked down, burrowing into the ground as best he could. I must not look, he thought to himself. I must not look. He repeated the words over and over in his mind. Anton focused on the sound of the approaching men. Their boots whispered through the wheat stalks. He wondered if he and Bubbe had somehow been spotted. The approaching vehicle had caught them by surprise. Anton willed himself to total stillness, praying that he could make himself invisible. To Anton, the men's footsteps sounded louder than cannon fire and he was certain his heart would explode. The voice of one of the soldiers startled him so much he nearly cried out. Anton only understood a little German. But he believed the man was ordering him and Bubbe to show themselves. Telling them that they would not be harmed. Anton wondered how this could be true. Their guns said otherwise. Silence was life. The men were moving again. They would be upon him in moments. Should he run? Should he take Bubbe by the arm and make a break for the trees? No. They would never make it. The soldiers would gun them down before they had taken more than a step. The soldiers crept closer. One of them was only meters away. The man's steps sounded like thunder. Anton desperately wanted to look, but he did not dare. Stillness was freedom.

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