Category Archives: Writing

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Free Book Promotion – All My Fiction Books

 

Most of my books in the ebook format are now available exclusively with Amazon. Amazon has a great feature of free and discounted promotions. That, and chatting with my friends about my books today, gave me an idea to run such a promotion for all my fiction books so that if any of the stories appeal to you, you can get it, or all of them, for free as your summer read.

You can get the ebooks you see above for free from Wednesday, July 3, 2019, 12:00 AM PDT to Sunday, July 7, 2019, 11:59 PM PDT.

Please share the news with your friends in case they might be interested in these genres of books.

Here are the links to each of the books on Amazon.com:

And here is the link to the free Kindle App, which you can install on any device of your preferences if you don’t have it yet:

I hope you enjoy the books and your summer holidays!

With best wishes,

Victoria

The Truth About Family in 3D

“What age were you when you got to the first orphanage? You said you were at two different ones, correct?”

“Yes, and I don’t really know. The first pictures I have are from 1953, I think. Yes, here.” I shuffled through the photographs spread on the table and picked up the ones I meant and showed them to Vanea. “They were taken in Volontirovka. And by the time they were taken, I think I had been there quite a while already.”

“Yes. I saw them.” Vanea took the pictures from me.

He looked through them and stopped at one with seven schoolchildren, our teacher and her toddler son sitting in front of us. The little Mitica sat on his wooden horse with a proud look. The picture was taken when I was in the fourth grade. Elizaveta Deomidovna and Mitica were the only ones wearing shoes in the picture. I’d never noticed this before. Our teacher and I both had a book in our hands. Hers lay open on her lap, while mine was positioned with the cover facing the photographer. But the title was not legible. I tried to recall what I had liked to read back then.

Vanea’s thoughts went in the same direction. “Do you remember the book you were holding here?”

“No, but what I do remember is that I had a book with me almost everywhere I went.” I decided to guess. “Maybe it was something by Alexei Tolstoy. I liked him so much back then, that I adopted his birth date as mine.”

Vanea’s eyes opened wide, but in the next moment this gave way to a nod. “I’ve read The Hyperboloid at least a hundred times. So I fully understand your choice.” Another approving nod. “I just never realized that a birth date could be chosen.”

After another moment of thought, Vanea went on shuffling through the pictures. He stopped at another photograph and turned to look at the back of it. It was a picture of me, and as I started to recall the events connected to it, I had to hold my breath. I should have taken this picture out before giving the envelope to Vanea.

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Nothing Is As It Seems in 3D

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“Alice, Alice!” The girl almost tripped on the stairs as she tried to take two at once.

The young woman, who had smiled at Elizabeth earlier this morning from one of the house’s windows, ran out with her arms wide open. She caught the girl in a tight hug. Then she released her and held the girl at arm’s length.

Elizabeth couldn’t make out what Alice, as it appeared was the young woman’s name, said to the girl. But she could hear the girl’s clear bell-like voice. “It’s over, it’s over! I don’t have to go there anymore. And I can go back home!” The girl’s voice suddenly changed, still loud, but without the initial merriness in it. “I can leave now.”

The girl stopped and looked back at the woman, who must have driven her to this house.
The girl had tears in her eyes. “Mummy, I don’t want to leave.” She said these words quietly, but Elizabeth could lip-read them.

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Between Grace and Abyss in 3D

‘He glanced in the rearview mirror at his passenger. “Excuse me, are you in hurry?” He waited until the woman looked up and he caught her gaze in the mirror. “Do you mind if I stop for a moment?” He paused, then added, “I mean…I got a message from a close friend. I haven’t heard from her in quite a while.”

He lingered after hearing himself saying that. Yes, she was his closest friend, although still a stranger of whom he only knew her and her husband’s initials — not knowing which belonged to whom — and their last name, engraved on a small plaque on their door. Yet she saw, understood and forgave him something he couldn’t understand or forgive himself.’

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A Spy’s Daughter in 3D

“After the collapse of the Soviet Union, the lines gradually moved from grocery stores to embassies.

The first time she had to stay in this line was when Hannah applied for a German visa. It was three months ago. It was before the day her life changed. It was before yesterday.”

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