“Some she knew by name only, others had touched champagne flutes to hers in friendship. They were all doomed. Crimes against peace. Crimes against humanity. War crimes. By what law? she wanted to scream, beating her fists against the injustice of it. By what right? But the war was over, and the victors had won the right to decide what was a crime and what was not. What was humanity, and what was not.”
Kate Quinn’s The Huntress brings together a group of Nazi hunters, a young woman growing up in Boston, a former female soviet pilot, and the hunted. Somehow these disparate characters are pulled together in a story of deception, survival, and murder.
“Except that this woman was hiding something. Ruth opened her bag of rice, flinging grains everywhere. A final flurry of hugs, and Jordan’s father and his new wife slid into their taxi. Guests cheered as they rolled away, as confusion and horror swept over Jordan. Dad, she thought, oh, Dad, what have you brought into our family?”
This was another great novel by Kate Quinn. She has the spy/World War II genre nailed. This was a definite page turner for me.