Ikaros

In the world of Deja Pascal aEUR"e; one of beauty, hope, and endless perfectionaEUR"e;lurked a darkness. The bloody, cold reality of World War II and its unnumbered shattered lives lay just beyond the trees of their home. Death and loss were unreal to her in the blissful isolation of French hillside until the day a black car carrying a man in a black suit arrived. Watching from a hiding place in...