***Local Author***
A tale in three acts, and one of three hearts.
The Volk notice her progress and one, then two, then a dozen congregate in a semi-circle, but no one dares touch a bottle. They see the gore on her clothing and in her hair, and cross themselves. When Anna is done with her final trip, there are more than 500 bottles on the ground and 100 villagers. "Go on, they be free. Priest has no need of em anymore." Slowly, one by one, the Villagers bend down and pick up a bottle and as each one does, they take on a measure of complicity. Anna knows, they'll say nothing about what they've seen.
Weapons destroy, men kill, ideologies poison, and victims are buried in the mud beside comrades and adversaries. It comes quickly, much more suddenly than Kathe or her husband could ever have feared or imagined, the boy no sooner issued with a tool to destroy than cut to pieces.
Three entwined stories spanning the centuries, linked by the plays of Bertolt Brecht, by the predations of corrupt ambition, by history's profound depths by the love of life itself, and by courage.