Publisher's Synopsis
She is haunted by the ghost of dishonor unfairly ascribed. He is haunted by the death of a daughter dearly loved. Both seek a means to solving what is necessary to salve the mind and bring healing to their lives. Again, I act as Sarah's humble chronicler, nothing more. But it is not so much Sarah who takes center stage in this act of her life as Mayor of Seattle. Instead, it is her mother. Also, it is a man whom Sarah barely knows. Her mother has been decimated by the death of her lover. This hardly known man seeks his mysterious roots in faraway France, the Languedoc to be precise, in a frantic search to save himself and his onetime wife, the dead daughter's mother, from a black emotional abyss. The journey of Sarah's mother takes her through the landscape of Seattle's institutional care facilities, the decidedly thorny handling of the supremely fragile and absolutely vulnerable developmentally disabled all the way to treachery that is as diabolical as it is wickedly despicable. Throughout though, she never ceases to pursue righting the wrong done to her deceased lover. She will resolve all or die trying. The journey of the man known mostly as a fascinating client of Sarah's attorney ex-husband takes him into hell holes of French dilemma and grotesque Nazi intrigue; intrigue where a secret sect surviving the Nazi defeat in World War II shadows him and his partner. This fanatical sect, the Ahnenerbe, have sent their most merciless agent to seek those who may have any knowledge of the location of the Holy Grail. And he will stop at nothing to have it. These journeys might seem too fantastic to believe. But believe it you must as they are anything but fiction. Can anyone achieve peace and remotest harmony when the path is so fraught with overarching danger and doom? Highly unlikely. Sarah's clan is nothing if not vastly unique and highly resourceful. They might see a way out of the deeply sinister claws of an all-encompassing dark. Yet, even if they do manage to slay the beast, at what cost does it come to them? As their chronicler, I don't know. Only you the reader might be able to fathom it. Will you? Can you? I would like to believe so.
