English girl Sheila Matthewsβ innocent holiday to Poland becomes a nightmare when the German Army invade in the summer of 1939. Working for the Polish underground as a double-agent, she plays a dangerous game, and is soon suspected by the Germans. Forced to flee to the forest and hunted by a ruthles
While Still We Live
β Scribed by Helen MacInnes
- Book ID
- 111896099
- Publisher
- Titan Books
- Year
- 2013
- Tongue
- en-uk
- Weight
- 348 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9781781161616
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β¦ Synopsis
English girl Sheila Matthewsβ innocent holiday to Poland becomes a nightmare when the German Army invade in the summer of 1939. Working for the Polish underground as a double-agent, she plays a dangerous game, and is soon suspected by the Germans. Forced to flee to the forest and hunted by a ruthless German officer, she must rely on the dashing Captain Adam Wisniewski to help her home.
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