Great Circle

by Maggie Shipstead

“Have you heard about the night witches?” Ruth asked, lying on her back in bed at Ratcliffe Hall. Marian shook her head. She was wedged between Ruth and the wall, propped on an elbow, her other hand stroking Ruth’s belly under the blankets. “Russian girls in old biplanes,” Ruth said. “They have a whole regiment of them. They fly over German lines at night and drop bombs by hand.

The Huntress!