Two agents – one in England, one in Germany; both against Hitler – both determined to save him. Why?
1944, The German generals have tried and failed to kill the Fuhrer. Disappointment in London is slowly replaced by relief in some quarters, as realisation dawns that without Hitler Germany could still win the war. Major Jago Craze, commanding officer of the Special Operations team charged with assassinating Hitler, changes his order to his agents on Obersalzberg, from killing the beast, to protecting him from his own turncoats. Britain is divided and many would welcome an alliance with a Prussianised Germany as an ally against Soviet Russia.
Elements at MI6 and a shadowy British fascist group, The Link [that really existed], want Hitler dead to help the formation of a Nordic alliance. They declare ‘war’ on Jago and he is vulnerable, not just to their threats on his life, but because he is homosexual and fears the British police in the same fashion that Gabriel Zobel, Jago’s agent on Obersalzberg, fears the Gestapo.
Gabriel is a Swiss soldier of fortune who has served in the Condor Legion fighting for Franco in Spain, and the Nord Division of the S.S. fighting the Russians above the Arctic Circle. He is a decorated war hero of the Reich. Wounded twice, he now commands the Fuhrer’s close bodyguard, known colloquially as the Old Hares. Ironically, he is also a British agent. Jago and Gabriel, so different in many ways, have one thing in common: they are both in love for the first time and this puts them both in danger.
It felt like coming to from an operation, as he had that time in his childhood when he’d had his tonsils removed; befuddled by the dregs of the anaesthetic and being shaken awake by a nurse. The confusion and panic were the same. Two figures loomed over his bed. They were made shadows by the smoke that was attempting to smother him. He was pulled roughly out from under the sheets and upright, where the sudden heat made him want to crouch back down. He was drowning in air, in thick clogging air. He felt his lungs working like bellows, desperately seeking to fill him with fresh oxygen, only to be frustrated by the smoke.
They pulled him to the door in the corner of his basement bedroom that led to his tiny courtyard garden. The door was open already and hanging from hinges. Jago was bundled through and a great waft of smoke followed him, as if it too were trying to escape the blaze. He had seen no flames but the scorch in the air had made the assumption of fire inescapable. As he bent double and threw up, supported by the firemen, he realised he had been rescued and that he had been bombed.
Looking back at the research now that we've reached the half way point
Sunday, 10 February 2019
Today the pledges broke the 50% barrier and we are now more than halfway to our goal. Feeling a bit overwhelmed I picked up again the cause of all the fuss. I looked through the manuscript of SAVING HITLER for the first time in months. I came to the section where my protagonist Jago Craze discovers the extent and reach of Fascist groups and societies in wartime Britain. I write of his amazement in…
One author in search of some readers
Friday, 1 February 2019
Now that I’ve hit the 30% target I thought it was about time I updated you on the progress of getting Saving Hitler published.
I cannot begin to tell you how grateful I am to everyone who has pledged so far. You never quite know with this kind of project whether your work will capture people's imaginations or not, but there’s a hidden crowd funding rule that those projects that hit 30% in their…
These people are helping to fund Saving Hitler.