Ken Follett

There had been about two hundred Danish ships at sea on the morning of April 9, 1940, when Hitler invaded Denmark.

Tilde took the cigarette from Peter’s fingers, put it to her own mouth, drew in smoke, and handed the cigarette back. It was an intimate gesture, and he felt almost as if she had kissed him.

None of the above, baby. It’s nightmare time.

he had thought, the house would be filled with the laughter of children, and then his dream would have come true.

Instead it had turned into a nightmare.

The Poles, the Austrians, the Jews and the Slavs would have to take care of themselves. Her job was to take care of Liam and Hugh.

women like a man who makes them laugh,

Diana felt flustered. She had never been in a situation like this. They both loved her. She had been to bed with both of them—and they both knew it. It was unbearably embarrassing. She wanted to comfort them both, but she was afraid to.

he got great satisfaction from defying the expectations of those who had plotted against him.

Her little brother, Peter, hated her.
This is what it must be like, she thought, when the man you have been married to for twenty years tells you he’s having an affair with his secretary and he doesn’t love you anymore.