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Cypher

Violet Wells

Death has always been ten seconds away, ever since she landed in France. Now something worse awaits her.


During the Battle of Britain Evie Devereux is a WT operator in the ops room of one of 11 Group’s sector airfields. Here she commences an affair with a Spitfire pilot. As the battle hots up the strain of worrying constantly for his safety becomes too much for her and she ostentatiously betrays him for another man. To push him away. A week later he is shot down and reported missing.
In 1943 she joins SOE and is parachuted into France. Here she meets up with her pilot boyfriend again. Both now have different identities.
The Spitfire pilot is Jack Cave whose working class father was shot as a deserter in the First World War.His heritage is the bane of his life. Never more so than when he falls in love with the aristocratic Evie. When he is forced to take on another man’s identity he feels finally liberated from his past. And then, trailed by the Gestapo, he meets Evie again.

 

Paint

Violet Wells

“Today's target is Florence.”


Freddie St Aubyn pilots a Lancaster bomber. Today he will have to drop his load of bombs on the city where his wife lives.

His wife Isabella is an Italian portrait painter. She paints from nature, she paints what she sees.

Oskar Joos studied at the same art school as Isabella. He is a German Jew. Living in Paris when war broke out. He escaped the 1942 roundup of Jews and has arrived in Italy with his young daughter.


Florence between September 1943 and August 1944 is a city in the thrall of the secret police. A city where most are in hiding, masked behind fake identity papers; where it is dangerous to trust anyone with the truth, where no one is allowed to know what the truth is.


Isabella continues to paint. Continues to pursue the truth of her vision. Until she is called upon to forge an old master painting for a high ranking SS officer. Pontormo's image of St Anthony, patron saint of lost things.

Freddie, Isabella and Oskar will all end up in the hands of the secret police. Will all be barked at to relinquish their truths, the truth of who they are.

 

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This is a brilliant idea – using festivals as both a tracking device for the growth of a character and a kind of solvent which renders transparent cultural changes over a period of time. I think there’s something both super profound about the festival lifestyle and something almost grotesquely panto... view book

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Gorgeous writing Rachel. The description of snow is fabulous. I especially like “that fractured blue scent”. And Paulie’s shirt sleeves being too long – that little detail gives him more character than many writers achieve in an entire long paragraph. Brilliant first chapter. I like the initial me... view book

I wrote 122 days ago

Part one is beautifully written and fabulously intriguing. Really love the sophistication of its structure. Part two, the surreal nightmarish atmosphere brilliantly sustained with the window tapper and then the focus suddenly becomes sharper as we’re drawn into a more recognisable world. Great revel... view book

I wrote 142 days ago

This is written with a fabulous compelling exuberance. One of those books that gives you a warm glowing grin on every page. I love all the detail. “Fancy crunched the ginger drop and went on” – little observations like that which make Zamorna such a vivid and delightful read. Great stuff. Not sure w... view book

I wrote 142 days ago

Read the first three chapters and am super impressed. The descriptive writing especially is top drawer. Your sharp eye for the telling detail often rejuvenates the familiar and makes it fresh and exciting. Lots of the images stayed with me, like the crooked teeth like broken chalk bits and the gaspi... view book

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