Bloodlines
By S.L. Dearing
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When Sascha and Eduard Engle flee nazi occupied Germany and arrive at a small cottage deep in the woods of France, they have no idea what is in store for them or who the kindly old man is who is taking care of them. But on a cold winter the night, they will learn everything they have been yearning to know about their... Bloodlines.
This is a paranormal short story. It was originally published in the anthology, Paranormal Anthology with a Twist.
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© 2014 by S.L. Dearing
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Bloodlines by S.L. Dearing was originally published in Paranormal Anthology with a Twist.
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Bloodlines
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Dedication
I dedicate this story to everyone who sees the good in others and strives to make the world a better place, and to those who never lose faith or find it in the strangest places.
Bloodlines
I didn’t ask that you find any children, Lieutenant Henke! I want those children! Idiot!
The SS officer bowed his head, clicking the heels of his black boots together.
My apologies, Herr General. I did not realize you wanted them specifically to be brought here. I was led to believe these children would be taken to Birkenau at Herr Doctor Mengele’s request... for the twins project.
The SS General looked at the young lieutenant with disdain. The fair-haired Aryan youth was rising quickly in the ranks of the SS due only to his fanatical obsession with the Fuhrer, and the influence of his wealthy father. The lines around General Heinrich Muller’s mouth deepened. Idiots... everywhere, he thought.
"No... they are not to be taken to Birkenau, and it is not your concern why I want these children... just find them! These specific children! And when you do, you will come and tell me and I will