If it’s Friday, it must be France …
As I was working on my WIP this morning, my characters were lingering (on the pages) over a delicious lunch and a few glasses of rosé, in one of my favourite villages. I began thinking about joining them! Right there in this inviting little square! Do you know where we (… in my dreams …) are?
If you think you know, please leave a comment below. Even if you don’t know, leave a comment anyway because I have a very special giveaway that you aren’t going to want to miss. We’ll do a random draw from all the names and if you guess the correct name of this village, your name will go into the draw three times.
If you are a fan of historical fiction, you’ll be pleased to know that my friend Liza Perrat is offering an ebook of her WW II novel, WOLFSANGEL today on my blog. I read it last month and simply could not put the book down. Coming from me, it’s no surprise to discover it is set in France. Oui?
“A beautifully laid-out spiral of unfolding tragedy in German-occupied France; a tale of courage, hardship, forbidden love and the possibility of redemption in times of terror.’ Perry Iles, proofreader and author of A Dictionary of Linguistic Absurdities.”
We also offered a giveaway of this in my latest newsletter, so if you are a subscriber and entered there, you can enter again here too. Bonne chance! (And if you aren’t a subscriber, you can be by clicking right here!)
For more information about the talented Liza Perrat, please visit her website. Originally from Australia, she lives my dream with her family in the countryside not far from Lyon. Wolfsangel is the second book in a trilogy, but easily read as a stand-alone novel. The story is based on the true history of events that occurred in the village of Oradour-sur-Glane in 1944.
After Liza visited the historical site, she knew one day she would write about it. In her words: “I visited the ruins several years ago, staring in disbelief at the burnt-out homes and buildings as I walked about. Tram tracks ran everywhere, but to nowhere. The car from which the village mayor was hauled and shot lay rusting by the roadside. A few items had survived the inferno: a sewing machine, plates set at a table for the midday meal, the charred remains of a child’s doll, the blackened, crumbling façades of their homes. A rusty, flattened pram littered the church floor in front of the altar – all gruesome witnesses to a village full of living, laughing and loving people; families cut down in the midst of their usual daily routine.
Fortunately, there were barely any tourists, so I could stop and listen, and it seemed their ghostly sounds echoed in my ears – the banter of adults, the playful shrieks of children, the barking of dogs, the cries of the village artisans. The echoes of a village obliterated.”
The entire village was left as it was on the orders of General Charles DeGaulle, as a permanent memorial.
Trust me, Wolfsangel a gripping tale from beginning to end. You can also visit with Liza here:
Say hello to Liza from me if you stop by! It’s always fun to be introduced to new authors, isn’t it? Do you have a favourite historical fiction novel? Share it with us here!