Lee Rudnicki books

My Immortal The Vampires of Berlin

“Where is the girl?” he asked. “I don’t see her. Where is she?” “She will be here soon,” Goebbels replied. “The hour of Final Victory is at hand.” General Weidling cursed under his breath. All hope may be lost, he thought, but Goebbels’ unrelenting arrogance annoys the hell out of me. He is just ...