Andrea Zissman was brought up by her strict grandmother and never knew the truth about her family. When her mother dies at a special care home, the only legacy she leaves her daughter is a mysterious envelope full of old photos. Andrea finds out that her father, a scientist who studied the energy of Aurora Borealis, didn’t die in an avalanche in the French Alps, but was killed by members of some mysterious neo-Nazis’ colony somewhere on a remote Icelandic island. Moreover, she has an older brother she has never seen before. Desperate to find her brother and bring to justice her father’s murderers, Andrea meets Leon Callais, a flamboyant, scandalous journalist, who is on the hunt for the Nazi super weapon “Nothung”, a device which can open a portal to other dimensions. He believes that death of Andrea’s father and “Nothung” are connected. The investigation leads Andrea and Leon to Iceland where they are determined to discover the truth about the neo-Nazis’ colony, its secret weapon, and Andrea’s family. However, the colonists give them an extremely cold welcome. Now, they need to fight not only for the truth but also for their own lives.
Targeted Age Group:: 18-70
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
My interest in history of World War II combined with my impression from my recent trip to Iceland stand behind my inspiration for this book.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
My main characters are fictional, but they're based on many people I've met in a real life. Some of the characters are inspired by real historical figures.
“This is worse than I could imagine.”
Leon was sitting on the bed and scooping his mouth-burning fish soup, which they had ordered to be served to the room.
“Damn! I still can’t believe it. A six-year-old is singing Hitlerjugend’s anthem and talking about the Führer, Interpol, and Genesis,” Andrea couldn’t calm down. “I didn’t even know such words when I was his age.”
“No doubt, he heard them from the adults, his teacher Miss Richter, or whatever her name is, or this mysterious almighty governor who uses little orphans as his slaves.”
“You were right.”
She took a seat on the bed next to him.
“Sorry, I didn’t trust you.”
“I wish I were wrong though,” he only shook his blond head. “We haven’t got any serious evidence. We don’t even know with whom we are dealing. Our drone is lost. A testimony of a six-year-old boy can’t be taken into consideration, even if he’ll agree to speak.”
“We need to find this Temple of Genesis,” Andrea nodded stubbornly. “I think this is the key to ‘Nothung’ and to the colony’s secrets.”
“It seems I underestimated your logic,” Leon chuckled. “Oh, I’ve noticed only now—we’ve got a double bed here,” he continued.
“You can try to sleep on the floor, but the night could be quite chilly. Don’t worry,” she waved her hand around. “We’ll fit.”
“Well, I think I should be worried now, after your revelation about your boyfriend or, better to say, his non-existence. Besides, you cuddled up to me today during the whole ride.” Leon snorted mockingly.
“What? I don’t even want to touch such an ashtray like you.”
“Ah girl, whatever.”
Andrea decided that it was a good idea to have a nap for an hour or so if they were going to continue their investigation at night. While Leon opened the window and lit a cigarette, she curled up under a soft, cloud-like blanket and closed her eyes.
People, faces, places, endless snowfields, the frosty wind in her face, the sea, the sunset, little Rufus with his basket, the strict masculine face of the security guard…
Then the images had changed, and she found herself lying in bed; she felt the light summer breeze on her face, she could see the bed’s edges and the curtains on the window, and the white ceiling. She could hear a very quiet dialogue. Two voices, a male and a female, were discussing something in English, but she couldn’t understand a word. She knew the voices, she was sure she had never heard them before though. She made a move, trying to get up from the bed, but struggled.
The next moment, she saw a face. A little boy stood up on a chair and bent over the edge, staring at her with a curious smile. He stretched his little hand to touch her. His dark, brown eyes with long lashes, his wavy longish hair…She saw this boy somewhere, she knew him, but she couldn’t remember.
“Gabi, Gabi! Don’t touch your sister,” the female voice interrupted his gazing. “She’s tired, let her sleep, or she’ll start to cry again.”
Gabi? Gabi! Gabriel. Her brother.
She opened her mouth ready to shout, but something pushed her, turning the whole room upside down again and again.
A cold disgusting sweat had covered her forehead, she suffocated, she shouted, and…She woke up in the guest house’s room.
The whole building had been vibrating from the underground tremors, and Leon tried to keep his balance, gathering the ash from his cigarette and the litter from a flipped over trash bin.
“Damn, girl! Only an earthquake is able to wake you up,” he grumbled, when the vibration had finally stopped. “You were crying but couldn’t wake up.”
She didn’t answer anything, only wrapped herself tightly in her blanket and went to the window. The cold darkness had covered the island completely, the storm calmed down, and the first stars blinked with their white dull light.
“What was it? A bad dream?” he asked, embracing her shoulders.
“I’ve seen my brother. He’s still alive.” She whispered barely audible, putting her head on her shoulder, all musles in her body relaxed.
“We’ll find him, I promise.” He cuddled her slightly.
They kept silent for a while, but it had been interrupted by the lights which flashed in the sky as a green moving cloud, then broke down into endless waving ribbons. They were waving and swirling, changing the shades to purple, yellow, and even white.
Watching the show in silence, Leon released Andrea carefully, took out his camera, opened the window ready to film.
Andrea broke the long pause.
“Watch,” she exclaimed and pointed to the volcano. “The lights are different there.”
The ribbons transformed into a bright-purple funnel which descended from the sky and almost touched the crater. It looked as if somebody had switched on a gigantic vacuum cleaner and tried to suck Aurora inside the volcano. The view was spectacular, but they had no time for watching.
“Let’s go,” Leon commanded. “Hurry up! This is it. They’re harvesting.”
They put on their boots and jackets and left the room.
The frost came together with the darkness. Despite the storm having passed as quickly as it started, the wind from the sea was strong, the snow sounded crunchy under their feet, and their scarves were covered by a thin layer of ice.
They jumped on the snowmobile, and Leon revved the engine. A few minutes later, the streets of the village had been left far behind. They were one on one with Aurora and the endless snow fields of the glacier.
The snow looked miraculously greenish under the unstable light of Aurora. Leon drove at the maximum possible speed, the snowmobile glided through the iced desert, and the gigantic bright funnel became closer and closer every minute. Soon, they could see what produced such an effect. On the very edge of the crater, some sort of enormous solar panels were installed. They moved slowly in a synchronized rhythm, following the movement of the lights. They couldn’t see them during the day, which made Andrea think they were hidden in the sleeping crater.
Andrea snuggled tighter to Leon, when she heard an engine’s noise behind her.
She turned around. Five snowmobiles caught up with them. They were smaller and faster, five men dressed in all black looked intimidating. Leon had also noticed them, but it was too late. He could compete neither with the more experienced drivers nor with their small snowmobiles turbo engines. A few seconds later, they surrounded them, circling around like birds of prey. Leon made the last desperate attempt to break the circle in hope to head to the nearest rocks and get away from the chase. Andrea recognized the tall figure of the security guard they talked to that morning.
The next second, a gunshot struck the snowmobile’s back track; Andrea screamed and lost her grip. Leon tried to keep the balance, but the heavy vehicle skidded, went out of his control, and plunged into a snowdrift. The sharp pain pierced Andrea’s head, and she submerged into the darkness.
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