Code Name Hélène

by Ariel Lawhon

am a devoted fan of the male species. They are brave, brilliant, offer endless entertainment, are good for moving heavy objects, and make the act of procreation a great deal more enjoyable. I’d hate to see a world in which they did not exist. But sometimes they can be spectacular idiots.

In all my years researching and writing historical fiction, I have never come across such a bold, bawdy, brazen woman.

Hearst did not print the names of its female journalists—or,

Nancy Wake used profanity. Liberally. Unapologetically. And with flair. It was one of her greatest weapons in gaining dominance and respect with the maquisards of the French Resistance.