The Diamond Eye Audiobook
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The Diamond Eye Audiobook 🎧 Kate Quinn Audiobook 🎧
Based on true events. The author of The Rose Code returns with an unforgettable World War II story about a quiet librarian who becomes history’s deadliest female sniper.
Mila Pavlichenko, a wry and bookish history student in Kiev’s snowbound city, plans her life around her library job and her young son, but Hitler’s invasion of Russia takes her on a different path. After being given a rifle and sent to join the fight, Mila must transform herself from a studious girl to a deadly sniper – a lethal hunter of Nazis known as Lady Death. After news of her 300th kill makes her a national hero, Mila is torn from the bloody battlefields of the Eastern Front and sent on a goodwill tour to America.
Mila is isolated and lonely in the glittering world of Washington, DC, still suffering from war wounds and bereft of love – until an unexpected friendship with First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt and an even more unexpected connection with a silent fellow sniper offers hope. When an old foe from Mila’s past joins forces with a deadly new foe lurking in the shadows, Lady Death finds herself fighting her own demons and enemy bullets in the deadliest duel of her life.
The Diamond Eye is a haunting novel of desperation-born heroism, of a mother who became a soldier, of a woman who found her place in the world and forever changed the course of history. It is based on a true story.
Nazis a columnist at his side was speculating still watching the russian woman on the front steps of the white house standing to one side and a cluster of dark suited embassy men as the first lady welcomed the rest of the soviet delegation wasn’t she a librarian or a school teacher or something ruski’s let women in their army apparently they’re medical battalions maybe the marksman thought but even the reds don’t make women into snipers yet he was here to see for himself wasn’t he wanting a look at the woman whose sparse biography he had already committed to memory ludmila pavlichenko 26 years old fourth-year history student at the kiev state university and senior research assistant at the odessa public library before the war after the war 13 months of continuous fighting against hitler’s forces on the russian front nickname lady death damn it how many kills was it on her tally the washington post journalist was still searching his notes was it more than 200 309 the marksman thought but he didn’t believe a word of it this little junior librarian slash school teacher was no trained killer she was a trick pony stuffed with soviet propaganda hand-picked for the student delegation and the marksman could see why a pretty brunette with lively dark eyes and a neat photogenic face above her bemettled uniform nothing like the sort of manish freak americans would expect of a russian female soldier the soviets needed american aid they needed good press coverage on this delegation to american shores so they’d selected the most winsome candidates they could find front and center this girl sniper who looked so small and appealing beside that tall bony [ __ ] eleanor roosevelt congratulations on your safe arrival in america the press corps clustered close enough to hear the first lady’s cultured silver spoon voice easily as she addressed the soviet delegation see the flash of her horsey teeth on behalf of my husband the president welcome to the white house he looks forward to meeting you all at a later time and invites you to spend your first days in america’s capital under our roof you are some of the first soviet guests to be hosted in the white house a historic moment in the friendship between our nations she began ushering the russians inside and that was that it wasn’t even 6 30 yet the skies above the capital barely flushed with sunlight as the pack of journalists photographers and one lone innocuous assassin began to disperse never thought i’d see the day a russian sniper got welcomed to the white house a grizzled columnist grumbled fdr will rue the day he won’t be alive to do it the marksman thought eyes still on mila pavlichenko’s neat dark head as she followed the first lady toward the doors of the white house in nine days the last day of the international conference president roosevelt will be dead i can see the headlines now the washington post reporter muttered scribbling in his pad a russian female sniper receives warm white house welcome the marksman smiled jingling his pocketful of diamonds again ten days from now all the headlines would scream russian female sniper murders fdr notes by the first lady the president was intending to greet the soviet delegation with me as they arrived but he had a fall this morning i just entered with a knock carrying a packet of memoranda and reports for him to read and i saw the valid lose his grip as he transferred my husband from his bed franklin fell hard on the carpet of his bedroom had it happened in public he would have roared with laughter as though it were all a prank a charlie chaplin pratfall and set about regaining his feet with some hearty bracing joke since he was in the privacy of his bedroom he allowed his face to twist in agony i always feel i should look away in such moments watching the proud facade of president franklin d roosevelt crack with frustration in response to his body’s failings feels like a violation i reassure franklin when he is sitting upright again tell him to take his breakfast at leisure and offer to greet the soviet delegation alone the president already has a packed schedule i can at least take on this first task i see the gratitude even as he makes a joke about his fall better in here than out where all the jackals can see they wouldn’t dare cheer i say lightly but they’d pray i never got up 100 nazis a columnist at his side was speculating still watching the russian woman on the front steps of the white house standing to one side in a cluster of dark suited embassy men as the first lady welcomed the rest of the soviet delegation wasn’t she a librarian or a school teacher or something ruski’s let women in their army apparently they’re medical battalions maybe the marksman thought but even the reds don’t make women into snipe.