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‘The Spy Lover’ by Kiana Davenport Book Tour

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Kiana Davenport’s newest novel is a powerful epic about the American Civil War. Based on her family history, it is at once a historical novel, a haunting love story, and a brilliant expose on the treatment of minorities during the Civil War. This is a novel that crosses all genres and is a work of astonishing beauty that promises to become a classic.

The Spy Lover is a novel about the abiding love between a man and woman, between father and daughter, and the love of a mon for his country. Ultimately, it is about honoring one’s moral obligation.

To read an excerpt of The Spy Lover, just click ‘Read More’!

Each night his dreams begin with rice, the taste and texture of each grain aligned to parallel his hunger. But some nights his dreams are seized by Laughter and by Rain, two women so merged in his past they run together like mercury. In his sleep, he calls out to them in words that make no sense in English. At first light, he sits up and rests his weary head against his arm’s hard cradle. Dawn lends a greenish cast to his sallow face, and in the cold his lips look mauve. Around him, wounded soldiers call out to their mothers; others lie still, so frail the weight of the air can scarcely be borne.

With stiffened fingers, Johnny scratches at the earth, lifts a small mound of dirt to his lips, and swallows, remembering how Raindance loved eating ashes from the fire. Thoughtfully, he pulls up blades of grass, arranging them to spell out the names of his wives. Laughter. Raindance. He presses each blade to his lips and thinks of his daughter, lost somewhere in the madness.If she survives, will her half-Chinese womb be fruitful? Will she give me immortality?

Wolves howl across the fogged Virginia mountains as a camp guard approaches, his face raw from the Piedmont cold. He kicks at a Federal prisoner who has been horribly shot up, then turns his attention to Johnny.

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