“ Excellent, original, masterly. A captivating tale not only of love among the ruins but also of treachery and vengeance ”
“ Superb. Conjures surprise after surprise ”
“ Profoundly moving, beautifully written. Ponders issues of decency, guilt and forgiveness ”
“ Terrific. Suspicion, resentment and misunderstanding haunt this city. Richly atmospheric ”
“ An extraordinary read ”
“We’ve found a house for you, sir.”
Captain Wilkins stubbed out his cigarette and placed his yellowed finger on the map of Hamburg that was pinned to the wall behind his desk. He traced a line west from the pinhead marking their temporary headquarters, away from the bombed-out districts of Hammerbrook and St. Georg, over St. Pauli and Altona, towards the old fishing suburb of Blankenese, where the Elbe veered up and debouched into the North Sea. The map—pulled from a pre-war German guidebook—failed to show that these conurbations were now a phantom city comprised only of ash and rubble.
“It’s a bloody great palace by the river. Here.” Wilkins’s finger circled the crook at the end of the Elbchaussee, the road running parallel to the great river. “I think it’ll be to your taste, sir.”