Beyond the Shadow of Night

by Ray Kingfisher

Asher should have been pleased with himself; he should have been proud. It was an excellent shot for a first kill. One less Nazi. But he felt sick, and for a few seconds was unable to breathe. He’d always thought ending any life was unacceptable. And he still did.

This is the point where I began to worry this book would become a defense of Nazis. (I don’t feel I was too far off)