Too Bad to Die: A Novel

A demanding and captivating ancient mystery during which British Naval Intelligence officer Ian Fleming makes an attempt to foil a Nazi plot to assassinate FDR, Churchill, and Stalin.

November, 1943. Weary of his deskbound prestige within the Royal military, intelligence officer Ian Fleming spends his spare time spinning tales in his head which are even more fascinating than his personal lifestyles - till the serious Tehran convention, whilst Winston Churchill, Franklin Roosevelt, and Josef Stalin meet to finalize the D-Day invasion.

With the massive 3 in a single position, Fleming is tipped off that Hitler's best murderer has infiltrated the convention. Seizing his probability to play an element in a real-life motion tale, Fleming is going undercover to forestall the Nazi killer. among martinis with attractive ladies, he survives brutal assaults and meets a seductive Soviet undercover agent who may well be aware of greater than Fleming realizes. As he works to discover the reality and unmask the murderer, Fleming is pressured to simply accept that betrayal occasionally comes from the main unforeseen quarters - and that one's literary creations may perhaps turn out eerily with reference to one's personal lifestyles.

Brilliantly artistic, totally gripping and suspenseful, Too undesirable to Die is Francine Mathews' most sensible novel but and confirms her position as a grasp of historic fiction.

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You actually are fearful, aren’t you? ” Hudson nodded. “Know the best way to pull a set off? ” “Of direction. ” “Then I’d by no means deny you the opportunity to serve your nation. you could trip shotgun. Be ready on the again gate of the embassy compound at 0830 the next day morning. ” “Thank you,” Hudson stated. “I won’t disregard it. ” “Keep this just about your vest,” Schwartz warned. “A plan’s no sturdy if the complete international is familiar with. ” So he’s figured that out, Hudson concept. And was hoping it wasn’t too past due. — THE WRESTLER’S identify used to be Mostafa, Dutch acknowledged, and he spoke adequate French to make himself understood one of the foreigners who had sprung up in a single day in his kingdom. He had listened to Dutch’s questions and, extra very important, to the rials Dutch had provided. Then he took the rials and meandered slowly one of the athletes ready of their portion of the zurkhaneh. of them—older males with households to feed and lengthy memories—thought they knew the place the previous Nazi secure condo could be. For adequate money, they have been prepared to teach Dutch. “You’re a pricey woman, Fatima,” he advised her. “I’ve passed through 1 / 4 of my winnings some time past hour. The gods of wrestling bestow, and the gods remove. ” “Then let’s wish it’s definitely the right house,” she stated. Now, the run-down shack from the a ways facet of the road because the wrestlers authorized Dutch’s cigarettes and murmured of their sibilant Farsi, she questioned for an speedy if the secure residence was once even inhabited. The home windows have been shuttered and no smoke got here from the tin pipe at the roof that served as a chimney. “They’re sure,” she muttered to Dutch doubtfully. “This is the place the Germans lived? ” Dutch lifted his shoulders. “There are loads of Germans,” he reminded her, “even in Occupied Tehran. Who is aware in the event that they bought the precise ones? ” They have been status at the damaged paving stones that fronted what a closed manufacturing unit. whatever to do with rugs and weaving, Siranoush inspiration. She had veiled her brilliant head and now stood definitely a number of paces from the knot of fellows, together with her face somewhat downcast. She’d compelled Dutch to stuff his tattered Air strength cap into her purse prior to they’d climbed into the taxi with the wrestlers and wound their means throughout the poorer elements of town. “What do you need to do? ” he requested her now. “Ring the doorbell? ” She was once approximately to answer once they heard the scream. It used to be a man’s voice, high-pitched in anguish. A scream that used to be compelled from the physique and resulted in a puff. Siranoush stared at Dutch, her scholars dilating. “Gówno,” he whispered. A Polish expletive even Siranoush didn't comprehend. — the main SENIOR of the 5 paratroopers was once named Otto Skorzeny, Ian discovered. He carried the rank of colonel and moved with such consummate insurance that it was once unsurprising he and the boys he commanded had survived the drop into enemy arms a couple of weeks in the past. He spoke German with a Viennese accessory and the fitting facet of his face used to be superbly scarred from cheekbone to jaw. It regarded as if anyone had as soon as attempted to slice his face in part. “You’re a fencer,” Ian muttered at one element, whilst the ache exploding from his groin used to be an excessive amount of for his clenched jaws.

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