How About This For An Edward Ware Thrillers Plot?

Dora and Edward have traveled to some strange places in their career of hiding the Lawrence maps and keeping them away from Hitler’s spies. They even had a stint where they were hiding the maps in Hamlet’s Castle in Elsinore, Denmark. This travel plot should be right up their alley.

Start in Tucson, Arizona and drive east in an indirect fashion. Perhaps you travel north to Yellowstone first. Why not? Dora and Edward just had a Yellowstone plot, too, in Old Faithful Plot. Travel directly east on I-90 or I-80 which didn’t exist at that point. Perhaps use the Lincoln Highway instead, again featured in Old Faithful Plot. Go all the way through to New York, perhaps stopping in Dora’a hometown of Pittsburgh first.

Board the QM2 (in those days the original Queen Mary) and sail across the ocean blue to England to Southampton. There they could meet with Churchill in the Churchill Room on the ship where you can smoke cigars and figure out what to do next. From there they could stop in Hamburg and visit the nautical bookstore with which they have become familiar. Why? He is an operative, of course, in Nazi Germany just like Putlitz, ace of double spies.

From there it is onward to Elsinore in Denmark with Hamlet’s Castle facing you in the dock. No doubt here Edward and Dora want to take a shore excursion to deposit those valuable Lawrence maps in the basement where Danish troops used to be billeted in the Middle Ages during the time of Hamlet.

From there it is homeward bound. First they have to stop in Oslo, Norway of all places. Don’t you think by now they should have earned a Nobel Prize for all their efforts? After that they must return to Hamburg without the Lawrence maps, of course, since they are lunching with Hitler. In Southampton they meet with Churchill and toast with champagne for a job well done. Then they return to New York.

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Watch Webcam While Waiting for Book Cover:

We here at Cheops Books LLC have recently mentioned that the cover of Old Faithful Plot by Dora Benley, yet to be released, is “under construction”. It is being redesigned. While you wait to see what it will be like, you can feast your eyes on the Old Faithful webcam instead. It is provided gratis of the National Park Service. In the meantime you can check in to see what the geyser itself it up to right now covered in snow surrounded by an extremely white landscape.

While they are hiding out from Dora’s husband at the Old Faithful Lodge in 1933, Dora and Edward are also hiding Lawrence maps that Churchill has given them and which Hitler would do anything to get his hands on. Enter Helga and Herr von Wessel, Hitler’s top spies. They warn Colonel Sir Edward Ware and Dora that either they hand over the top secret maps, key to world domination, or they will blow up Yellowstone National Park. They will turn the famous geyser basin into volcanic rubble – and the rest of America, too, which would be buried in volcanic ash just like Pompeii. And if that doesn’t work they have an even darker plot up their sleeves, one that would change history itself.

 

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Contest: Who Can Come Up With A Cover For Old Faithful Plot?

Right now as a place holder we have a vintage couple from the time period of the 1930s embracing to serve as a cover for the upcoming alternative history thriller, Old Faithful Plot. But we would like to have a cover that shows something of Yellowstone such as Old Faithful geyser, even if it replaces the current rose on the front cover. Cheops Books LLC is curious to see what you could come up with. The contest will be open until Christmas Day. The results will be announced then on our blog page. The prize will be a free download of one of our ebooks, your choice.

While they are hiding out from Dora’s husband at the Old Faithful Lodge in 1933, Dora and Edward are also hiding Lawrence maps that Churchill has given them and which Hitler would do anything to get his hands on. Enter Helga and Herr von Wessel, Hitler’s top spies. They warn Colonel Sir Edward Ware and Dora that either they hand over the top secret maps, key to world domination, or they will blow up Yellowstone National Park. They will turn the famous geyser basin into volcanic rubble – and the rest of America, too, which would be buried in volcanic ash just like Pompeii. And if that doesn’t work they have an even darker plot up their sleeves, one that would change history itself.

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Captive at the Berghof: Part 1 in German:

Gefangen auf dem Berghof: Teil 1, or Captive at the Berghof: Part 1 by Dora Benley, will be published on December 15 on Amazon Kindle. It is the first German version of a novel that Cheops Books LLC has ever published.

Adolf Hitler threatens Colonel Sir Edward Ware and Dora, Lady Ware, that if they do not hand over the Lawrence maps, key to world domination, he will kidnap their daughter. The late Lawrence of Arabia has drawn these maps for the British military to prepare for the next European War. Hitler guesses this, and wants to tip the scales in favor of Germany instead of England. Churchill, Edward’s best friend, and the Colonel are running their own foreign policy under the noses of first Baldwin and then Neville Chamberlain and the British government. Tension does nothing but build through Nazi rallies, through the Munich Accords in 1938, but does not stop with the first shots fired after the Polish Invasion in 1939. Finally the war itself will be won or lost depending upon what Edward and Dora do next. Will it be their country or their daughter? They must choose.

Captive at the Berghof: Part 1 is book three of the Edward Ware Thrillers at War Series

Hitler hat über die geheimen Untergrundaktivitäten des Obersts Sir Edward Ware erfahren und kämpft mit harten Bandagen. Er entführt Thomasina, Edwards Tochter und will das Kind nur zurückgeben, wenn ihm Edward und seine Frau Dora den Schlüssel zur Weltherrschaft überlassen – die Lawrence-Karten. Sie müssen schnell etwas unternehmen, bevor Thomasina wirklich zu Hitlers Tochter wird.

 

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Helga Takes Edward Captive in Denali:

“You do have Lady Ware in your custody, don’t you?” Helga prompted the monster.

The creature nodded and answered in some sort of incomprehensible brogue that sounded like a combination of very bad Russian and something else —- maybe Alaskan? He could not imagine where she had gotten a worker like that —- from the Russian goolag? Siberia? Edward did want to probe too deeply into whether he was really human or not.

“She will be our next experimental victim,” said the man that Helga had termed Dr. Frankenstein.

What was he, a Nazi reject from the Third Reich? Had he taken refuge in Russia after the war?

“So you see, Edward?” Helga purred as she reached out to smooth down his collar. “You don’t really have any choice but to do as I say, right?” she prompted him.

Edward could see the writing on the wall as he followed her into an inner room in this Ice Palace of hers. She led him into her inner sanctum to her bed. He knew her ways from long ago. Soon she was undressed beckoning to him as she had done thousands of times before. He did not want to approach her bed. He knew what would happen from long experience, but he had no choice.

Soon her long, svelte arms were around him pressing her hands into all his pockets as she stripped him of his clothing piece by piece. As he plunged into her he remembered long ago scenes where they lay in the rose-colored sands by the red colored walls of Petra in the Syrian Desert making and conceiving their bastard son together. But he tried to put it aside. He knew what would come next.

“Oh, look what I found!” Helga waved a note in the air. It was from Churchill, of course, talking about Kruschev and Lawrence’s latest map defending Britain against Russian nuclear attack. “This is just the sort of thing I am paid to find.” Her eyes glittered. “If you hand over that map, I will give you back your wife.”

Fortunately Helga was so mesmerized by her “find” that she could not help staring at it intensely as if it would give up even more secrets with intense scrutiny. Edward took advantage of her momentary lapse in concentration to creep up behind the naked woman and gag her, tying a cloth around her mouth. After that he bound her to the bedpost with more sashes and ties and torn sheets.

Edward quickly dressed and made his way out the back of her bedroom into the snow. He knew he had but a short time to find his wife and be out of harm’s way. Who knew what kind of creeps and misbegotten creatures Helga had collected here to help her with her spying mission for a Russian dictator.

He noticed the dimensions of the compound huddling down towards the ground and much of it underground. A good snow could cover it all so that it would not be visible. The runway could easily be covered. A careless park ranger might not notice anything at all.

Edward figured that Dora must be hidden in the main building up ahead. But before he could reach it he saw a figure emerge dragging a woman tied up with ropes. He started to head across the snowy field with her pushing her ahead of him.

Edward quickly started after them. But he could not reach the man with the fighting woman who began to look more and more like Dora before he reached a dog sled. He was off mushing the dogs leaving Edward in the snow that had started to fall.

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Helga von Wessel And Frankenstein In Denali:

Edward thought at first that Churchill was sending him to investigate an apocryphal story. He imagined that his mission would set it to rest for all time the legend about the vamp. Surely Helga von Wessel could not be for real anymore ten years after the war. He and Dora had come to put the stamp and seal on the thing for good.

And now it was just like old times again. He was trapped unexpectedly with his back to the wall. He was going to have to reach Churchill somehow and let him know what had happened. Nor could he leave Dora behind at the mercy of this creature without any morals and without any compunction who would do anything at all to get what she wanted.

Helga put her hands on his shoulders and let them slide down his arms. “You could come with me to my room right now. I could inspect you the way I used to do. I used to find all sorts of notes and letters, missives, and important maps and papers. I bet I could find them again.”

He shook her off. “I would rather die. Besides, at your age, the age you must be now if it is really you, how could you even think of such behavior?”

She laughed. “That is the business I am good at. I have specialized in it for years and years.” She approached him more closely.

“Besides, in this wasteland, what would you do with papers?” He thrust her off. “What good would they do you?”

She pointed out the window. “Look! You can see it in the far distance if you try. See that runway? Planes land there once a week coming from Moscow bringing supplies, news, and instructions for me. I send letters, maps, whatever news I have for Kruschev.”

Edward had no idea how Helga could set up a runway in a national park. But then he supposed this was such a godforsaken area that no one ever came here, not even the park rangers.

“Where did you hide Dora?” He grabbed her by the neck.

She chortled.

“If you don’t tell me, I am going to look for myself. In this godforsaken area, there are only so many places where you could have hidden her,” he said.

“I would think again,” Helga demurred. “Monster!” she called.

Edward could not imagine what she was talking about. He supposed she was just trying to intimidate him.

He could hardly believe it when a man with a lame leg dragging one foot, hunched shoulders, and slovenly clothing showed up. He looked half human and half unreal, but he also looked like a big brute who might want to muscle him around if so directed.
“Frankenstein!” she called again.

What on earth could she be talking about? Edward was amazed when a man in a laboratory coat showed up. He peered out at Edward from behind glasses.

“Remember Dr. Frankenstein and his monster also came to Alaska in the last century,” Helga teased. “Well, here they are at my beck and call. And they have your wife in their dirty hands.”

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Russian Blackmail at the Ice Palace:

Edward realized in the short time it had taken to finish the ride showing off all the prisons in the Ice Palace, it took just the same amount of time to resort to deviltry. But then, what else would you expect of Helga von Wessel?

Edward turned to his wife to head back to their apartments in the Ice Palace. “Dora?” he said. He looked from side to side. She was nowhere to be found.

“It is easy to get lost in the Ice Palace,” Helga purred cynically. “All you have to do is take one wrong turn —- and you are gone, perhaps for good. We are connected to the great, vast wilderness here. Doors open to the outside at every turn. I do hope Dora has not been caught in a snowstorm.” She laughed.

Edward lunged for her. He took her slim, white, swan’s neck in his hands and backed her up against the wall. He had not touched that vile flesh in years. He made him cringe even now and brought back a flood of unwanted memories from the past and even the long past when he had been her lover. In a flash he recalled lying with her in a field near the gates of the Syrian town of Petra during the Great War. It was on the other side of the world from where he now found himself. And at this distance in time it seemed like a dark fantasy and not very real.

“Touch me,” Helga threatened with a glimmering smile on her face, “and you will risk never seeing your wife again.”

“You have kidnapped her once again, haven’t you?” Edward accused the witch who had often made off with his wife in times past in locales as different as Santa Fe, New Mexico and Southampton, England. She always wanted something, and she wanted it bad.
Helga chortled as he fingered he neck.

“What do you want this time?” he demanded.

“I was wondering when you would ever get around to asking something practical like that!” she eyed him knowingly.

“Answer me!” He shook her hard.

“Churchill and Eisenhower no doubt have certain documents that they share about Kruschev, certain spy documents. I want to see them,” she asserted.

“I don’t have access to such papers. I am no longer a spy. I am retired from the army and have taken up a position as the black rod of the House of Lords,” he confessed the truth.

She smirked. “But your friendship with Churchill goes back a long, long way. I think he will know where to find them and he might sympathize with your plight. At least I do hope so.”

“You bitch!” he exclaimed.

“Also I have heard that since your retirement you still meet with Lawrence in secret. He is still busy drawing maps to defend and attack against the Russians if they should ever decide to attack the west. I want those papers, too,” Helga insisted.

Helga was eternally dangerous and eternally the same like the far side of the moon. He could see why the Cold War with the Russians was really cold.

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Ice Palace of Evil:

General Lord Edward Ware cannot believe where he finds himself. He looks around at the surroundings of the underground palace encased in ice on the outside so no one would ever suspect it was there in the midst of Denali National Park in Alaska. He could not believe the evil genius that had designed it and located it here. It reminded him indeed of the woman he had once known during the last war and before all the way back to the First World War. She would indeed be associated with a place like this.

Helga von Wessel took the disbelieving General Lord Edward Ware and his wife, Dora, Lady Ware for a ride on an underground train. She served as conductor and tourguide. Her unctuous, deep, throaty voice penetrated his consciousness and announced horror after horror.

“Here is where the Russians send their losers, their prisoners, and their rebels, people they don’t trust to live in Russia or thereabouts,” she revealed to them as they came to the first stop. The place was organized like an underground zoo with various enclosures. As he was soon to find out through the picture window, each enclosed a prisoner, a human being.

“Here you will find Lenin, the one whose body is supposedly idolized in Red Square. He never quite died as you will see and his now an old, old man who has no hope of ever being released and returned to Russia.”

Edward could feel the hair standing up on his head as the man called Lenin turned and started gesticulating at them, speechifying in Russian. He even threw something at this glass.
Helga laughed and showed them the next enclosure with the newest prisoner in the lot, Stalin. Edward thought he was dead. But evidently not! He could remember meeting him during the war. Supposedly he had even kidnapped his own daughter, Thomasina. And now the all powerful dictator had come to this.

“You will recognize the leader who defeated Hitler in Berlin,” Helga purred at the man bowed over his desk who did not even look at them.

Edward could hardly believe it. “Wasn’t this man once your lover?” he asked.

“Of course!” Helga answered. “That was when it suited me. Now this suits me in the service of my new commander, Khrushchev. Lovers come and go, Edward. Power and money are the only thing that remains.” She gave him a knowing look.

Edward shivered, remembering how they had once had a child out of wedlock in the days when he had been deceived by the vamp during the First World War.

Next she really made his spine tingle. They stopped in front of the Hitler enclosure, so labeled on the outside. Edward and Dora could down so as not to be seen by the prisoner who paced back and forth making speeches so that somebody might hear him someday.

“He didn’t really commit suicide, you see, and poor Martin didn’t either,” she stopped in front of the Martin Bormann enclosure. “I still visit Martin from time to time so he doesn’t get lonely,” Helga talked about the man she had almost once married when it suited her political ambitions.

They came to the end of the ride. Helga looked back at them, her expression as cold as ice. “Tell Churchill he had better come to terms with me and Khrushchev. If not, I could imprison him here, too, when he is no longer Prime Minister. Even you, Edward, are not exempt. Except that now you are the only one who can take my demands to the outside world.”

Edward traded looks with his wife. It would be worse than death to ever come to a place like this again. It was a nightmare from which he hoped he would soon awake.

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Tweets And Team Players:

Here are two recent tweets I received on my Twitter page that I don’t look at very often. Here are two recent tweets by Trump:

1)Ed Gillespie will be a great Governor of Virginia. His opponent doesn’t even show up to meetings/work, and will be VERY weak on crime!
2)Ed Gillespie will turn the really bad Virginia economy #’s around, and fast. Strong on crime, he might even save our great statues/heritage!
What is wrong with either one of these tweets?

As far as the leading Republicans go, I am shocked that they don’t act like team players and vote Republican just because Trump is the current Republican President. That is what I said to Senator McCain. Of course in this day and age even real team players such as sports players can’t even pull it together and stand for the national anthem. If it were up to me, I’d fire the lot of them. At least the military has to pull together like a team. Always did. Goes back 1000’s of years.

Colonel Sir Edward Ware was in His Majesty’s Armed Forces. He had to defer to his Prime Minister even though he did not agree with him. In a classic scene of Captive at the Berghof, Edward and his wife, Dora, Lady Ware, are paying a visit to Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain. In 1938 the Prime Minister tells Edward when he is going to visit Hitler at the Berghof that Great Britain wants peace at any cost. Edward says that he will have to remember that —- peace at any cost.

Edward must work underground with Churchill to fight the Nazis until Churchill can become Prime Minister in 1940. Then Edward and his causes can come out into the open during the Second World War. Until then he must be a team player with a stiff upper lip.

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New Cover For Murder at Hamlet’s Castle:

What do you think of the brand new cover for Murder at Hamlet’s Castle? You can find it on the book page on the website

http://www.edwardwarethrillers.org. After narrowly escaping the von Wessels, Hitler’s chief spies, in Santa Fe while on leave from Mid East Quarters in Cairo, Edward and Dora don’t know where to go next and where to hide the Lawrence maps, key to world domination. They have just been watching a production of Hamlet when they get a note from Winston Churchill. He says that he and Clemmie got locked in the dungeon of Hamlet’s Castle in Helsingor, Denmark. It was where the Danish army used to be billeted in the Middle Ages. They had to raise Hamlet’s ghost screaming to be let out. It just occurred to Winston it would be a perfect location to hide the much sought after military maps. No one would ever suspect they were there — and if they did they would never be able to escape with their lives let alone the prize that Hitler has been seeking for years.

But after a huge chase scene to get away from states they meet unexpected obstacles in the castle in 1934. The mistress who keeps the place up turns out to be the perfect Nazi spy in cahoots with Hitler and the von Wessels. Once again they need to escape. But this time they meet an unexpected ally in the famous Dane himself, Shakespeare’s most famous character. They uncover Hamlet’s secret notebooks that tell them just what they need to know. Others were cornered in this castle long ago. Hamlet tells them how he escaped in a tale that upsets all previous notions of the man, his character, and his fate.
Murder at Hamlet’s Castle by Dora Benley will be published soon by Cheops Books LLC.

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