Faces in the Firelight
From a glimpse into early man and his later descendents who establish a branch of the human family on the continent of Asia, the novel moves along into the mid twentieth century, to the Second World War and the 1950s. Book two contains approximately two-thirds of the novel, chronicling the dramatic experiences of its three protagonists: Dimitri Kagan from a small town south of Stalingrad; Kurt Wilhelm Schmidt, born on a farm outside of Hanover; and Elijah Milbrook Cole, a black teenager of latent artistic talent, dealing with life in a Detroit ghetto. After becoming participants in the War, the story goes on to tell how their lives interact with profound consequences for all three of them. And it ends with a meeting in a Middle Eastern venue that again touches their lives in unforgettable ways. Complex subjects are explored, yet the novel can be read on different levels-as a straight adventure or as one possible historical perspective of humanityżs march from earliest times into the present day. But however the material might be viewed, the force of the narrative will keep readers engrossed until the final page.
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