Welcome back to Weekend Writing Warriors, a weekly Sunday hop where writers share 8 sentences from a book or WIP. This week I’m switching to the book I’m releasing on May ninth, And Jakob Flew the Fiend Away, which is set from October 1940-May 1946 in the Netherlands and the Dutch East Indies. The title is draw from a line of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 145.
These are the opening lines of the book, from Part I, “Angry in His Nightmare,” Chapter 1, “Jakob’s Nightmare Begins.” The title of Part I, and the title of a later chapter, “Heat Beneath His Winter,” are both drawn from the song “Lonely in Your Nightmare.” Jaap is fourteen when the story begins.
Jakob DeJonghe looked away from a German soldier as he and his mother Luisa headed home from the Waterlooplein market. Tomorrow, at Yom Kippur services, he planned to pray for these fiends to leave his country. Five months of occupation were about all he could take. In the meantime, he was looking forward to making chocolate cake when they got home.
“You’re the world’s best cook, Moeder.” Jakob shifted a heavy bag of groceries to his other arm. “I wish I were still as little as Emilia so I could lick the spoon.”
He and Luisa halted at unfamiliar voices coming from the open back door of their home.
A brief synopsis of the book:
Jakob DeJonghe can think of nothing but revenge when the Nazis coerce his father into suicide and his little sister mysteriously disappears the day before Yom Kippur. As conditions in Amsterdam worsen, he remains determined to fight back and be the master of his own destiny, like his heroes the Maccabees. Jakob finally takes action by jumping from a death train, and breaks his foot. Even though Jakob has been left with a limp, he’s still determined to defend his country and track down the men who killed his father. But after a chance meeting with a spirited young woman, he starts to feel the slow reawakening of emotions he thought he’d buried, and he realizes his battle is only half-won. If he ever wants to survive a world that will never be ordinary again, love and not hate will have to carry him through.