| Author: | Olivia Meltz | ISBN: | 9783940873897 |
| Publisher: | hansanord Verlag | Publication: | January 1, 2015 |
| Imprint: | hansanord Verlag | Language: | English |
| Author: | Olivia Meltz |
| ISBN: | 9783940873897 |
| Publisher: | hansanord Verlag |
| Publication: | January 1, 2015 |
| Imprint: | hansanord Verlag |
| Language: | English |
France, December 1880
Guy de Levigne turned up the fur collar of his well-worn winter coat in an effort to protect his face from the biting snow. The storm had kept the villagers trapped in their homes for hours. Not another soul dared to venture out. He had the streets to himself, just the way he wanted it. He must not be seen.
The last few weeks had taken their toll... There was so much to plan and to be carefully put into place. He was nearly finished. He just needed to stash one more clue, as if to underline his well-kept secret. A sense of childish delight filled him. It had been so easy. His mission – he smiled at the somewhat grandiose expression – was almost accomplished, and if he was honest, he actually thought that the word ‘mission’ was quite suitable.
“Almost too easy,” he chuckled to himself. “I am not an amateur anymore but a little more excitement would not hurt.”
Nevertheless, the world would still speak in years, no, decades or even centuries of his actions. Of that he was sure. He had to do something. He himself had to take the reins, because someone had to stop what his partners were planning. His partners! He shook his head, and snow fell from his cap. His plan and his courage would make him immortal, if one day posterity were to get all the facts right. Someday ... hopefully ...
France, December 1880
Guy de Levigne turned up the fur collar of his well-worn winter coat in an effort to protect his face from the biting snow. The storm had kept the villagers trapped in their homes for hours. Not another soul dared to venture out. He had the streets to himself, just the way he wanted it. He must not be seen.
The last few weeks had taken their toll... There was so much to plan and to be carefully put into place. He was nearly finished. He just needed to stash one more clue, as if to underline his well-kept secret. A sense of childish delight filled him. It had been so easy. His mission – he smiled at the somewhat grandiose expression – was almost accomplished, and if he was honest, he actually thought that the word ‘mission’ was quite suitable.
“Almost too easy,” he chuckled to himself. “I am not an amateur anymore but a little more excitement would not hurt.”
Nevertheless, the world would still speak in years, no, decades or even centuries of his actions. Of that he was sure. He had to do something. He himself had to take the reins, because someone had to stop what his partners were planning. His partners! He shook his head, and snow fell from his cap. His plan and his courage would make him immortal, if one day posterity were to get all the facts right. Someday ... hopefully ...
