Duffy, P.S. books

The Cartographer of No Man's Land: A Novel

. . so quiet that Angus could hear the men’s every breath up and down the line—faces white in the dark, expressions blank. Snowflakes drifted down from a steel-gray sky, then swirled and lifted in the puff of a breeze. The silence was so raw, so unfamiliar, that it stripped him down and left him ...