The lines in the corners of her eyes spoke of years of wisdom, as a tree with the number of rings increasing with each passing year. She was a small frame of a woman with piercing eyes that suggested that they knew you, understood you even.
F.C. MalbyTags: historical-fiction literary-fiction
One word was the method by which the state collected their information. They could reel in the informants and spread them out like tentacles, ready to sting in any direction.
F.C. MalbyTags: historical-fiction literary-fiction
The others moved in like a wake of vultures, ready to devour their prey. she had seen it on television once. 'Scavengers,' Tatinek called them. They swoop in and feed off the carcasses of animals that are too weak to escape - lots of them on battlefields. This looked the same, only the victim wasn't there, just his writing, his typewriter, and bits of dark paper.
F.C. MalbyTags: historical-fiction literary-fiction
He nodded, looking across the room at the sea of photographers and journalists. The microphones spread around him like birds waiting to be fed.
F.C. MalbyTags: historical-fiction literary-fiction
I couldn't bring myself to ask Matka why they had taken him. She pretended that he'd gone away on business. I pretended I knew nothing. My brother and sister believed the lie. There were so many lies that we had to live with...and secrets.
F.C. MalbyTags: literary-fiction historical-fiction-fiction
Don't ever let anyone tell you that things can't be changed, that things can't be done. The can and they will, if we are united in what we believe.
F.C. MalbyTags: historical-fiction literary-fiction
I don't know, Benes. I'm not sure I've ever really understood women for that kind of commitment.' He flipped his beer mat up int the air with his index finger and caught it in his hand.
F.C. MalbyTags: historical-fiction literary-fiction
To Jana's mind everybody seemed happy to see BAbichka and resisted returning her, like a misplaced package sent to the wrong address. It was as if the recipient opened it up, knowing it should be returned, but wondering who long they could legitimately keep it before being changed with theft.
F.C. MalbyTags: historical-fiction literary-fiction
9 November 1989. A day nobody would forget. She had heard rumours about the wall.
F.C. MalbyTags: historical-fiction literary-fiction
As people's hopes soared, Jana felt a tinge of fear.
F.C. MalbyTags: historical-fiction literary-fiction
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