Elusive Dawn is the second book of a trilogy written by Canadian author Gabriele Wills. I enjoyed Elusive Dawnas much as I enjoyed The Summer Before the Storm (see previous post on this book). The main characters, Ria and Chas, are both in Europe helping the Allies struggle towards victory during World War I. Ria is now an ambulance driver in Calais and Chas has moved up in rank and is one of the Allies top fighter pilots. Only a handful of their friends remain in Canada for the duration of the war. Did Ria and Chas survive the test to their marriage? Do their friends and family survive the war? What was the war like from the Canadian point of view? I highly recommend you read Elusive Dawn to find out.
For writing about Elusive Dawn, I received a free Kindle version of the book. This Kindle version has many extras and includes some useful and fascinating links.
blessés French for nuns or sisters, the blessed ones
cyanosis a bluish discoloration of the skin resulting from poor circulation or inadequate oxygenation of the blood
fug, fuggy smoke or stuffy atmosphere, smokiness
gorse a yellow-flowered shrub of the pea family, the leaves of which are modified to form spines, native to western Europe and North Africa
klaxon an electric horn or a similar loud warning device
napoo war slang for the French phrase “il n’y a plus,” meaning there is no more
paucity the presence of something only in small or insufficient quantities or amounts; scarcity
propitious giving or indicating a good chance of success; favorable
puerile childishly silly and trivial
puttee a long strip of cloth wound spirally around the leg from ankle to knee for protection and support
ribald referring to sexual matters in an amusingly rude or irreverent way
roundels a small disk, esp. a decorative medallion
suppurating festeringtetchy bad-tempered and irritable
tumescence “of the day” – tumescent swollen or becoming swollen
Places I researched:
Lt. Colonel John McCrae (author of In Flanders Fields)
Mom is going to have kittens, with you both going to France.Conchies (concientious objectors)Architecture as “frozen music”Flapdoodle!Après la guerreWhiz-bang
Eddie and Jonathan Telford were flying Nieuport scouts, which were, of course, much faster fighter planes. They flanked Ria as they flew along the coast to Dunkirk. At over a mile up, they could stay well behind the lines but still see the brown, cratered corridor of the trenches — a wasteland betwen the frost-tinged green fields of a divided country. But the puffs of shells looked innocent from up here, Lance thought, the nether regions insignificant as he and Victoria flitted through the grandeur of the sky. Clouds that looked heavy and ominous from below were soft, gossamer fields of dazzling white snow. They was a brilliant, endless blue, while the mere mortals far below them existed in the passing shadows. Lance could certainly understand Victoria’s fascination with flying. Surely up here, men — and women — uncencumbered by gravity, soarding higher even than the birds, becoame a breed apart. They transcended the ordinary, seeing what only God had hitherto seen. Amidst all the radiance and purity of air and colour, the mud and blood and anguish far below them no longer seemed to exist. Alone in this celestial sphere with a freedom that one could never feel when tethered to the earth.