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354 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2014

"I'm a man who was driven out of his homeland, by a lunatic who wants to purify the master race and take over the world. And Jews are not welcome in it, or part of his plan. And suddenly, by a quirk of fate, I have become one. It's more than a little humbling, to say the least. I slipped from the top to the bottom of the ladder, literally overnight."
All he knew was that wherever he was, no matter how far he had come, he had come home. He had come from another lifetime, another world, across an ocean to find her, and there was no doubt in his mind about what he was doing with her, and she appeared to feel the same way.
'I've been waiting for you. You took a long time to come,' she said quietly.
'I had some things to do,' he said, with his arms still around her. 'We're going to have a problem about the high wire, Christianna,' he warned her, which only seemed fair.
'We'll see,' she said.
'I didn't come here to watch you kill yourself.' He had been widowed once, and he didn't want to fall in love with a woman who risked her life every night. He couldn't go through that again. 'I need you here with me.'

'You traitor!' the colonel said as he drew closer. 'I hate your kind! Always supercilious! You think you're better than everyone else, because you were born with a title and a schloss, and can do anything you want.'
'And you think you can steal it from us, and be one of us. You're not, any more than the Fuehrer. You can't steal it, Colonel. You have to be born to it. That's how it works.'
'You bastard!' the colonel shouted at him, and cocked the pistol he held at Alex's head.
'You can kill me, or drive us out of Germany'. Alex was speaking for Nick then. 'But there are thousands more like us, and we'll win in the end. Truth is mightier than the sword, and so is honor. You can't dishonor us. You can kill us, but there will always be more of us than of you.'
As the colonel fired, so did Alex - not at the man but at the horse, which Alex knew would be the final blow to him, and far more subtle. As Alex fell dead to the ground, so did [the Lippizaner] beneath the colonel. Alex had had the last laugh, and he had chosen the most elegant exit, which was so like him. He was a nobleman to the end.

'Grampa's sleeping,' Alex told his father, who saw what had happened. Nick had been busy and alive until the end, in love with his life, happy on his ranch, and passionate about his horses. He had died just the way he would have wanted to, riding a Lipizzaner, cantering across the fields of his ranch with his grandson, and enjoying his life and his world as the sun set on the mountains he had loved.
"I just rode in a show in Santa Barbara, and I knew I had to bring him here. He was meant for you. He doesn't belong to me. He never did."
"Pegasus," Alex said quietly. "Welcome home." He "gave Pegasus his head then, and Nicky followed beside him, as they galloped through the fields. They had come through generations to find each other, and the white stallion that had bound their ancestors to each other and saved three lives had come with them.
Pegasus had come back to them. They slowed their horses to a walk as the barns came into sight, and Alex reached out and gently touched Nicky's cheek. She felt as docile as the stallion when he did it, which wasn't like her. He had a magical touch. 'Welcome home,' he said again. He was saying it to her this time, and as their eyes met, it was the most peaceful feeling in the world... Pegasus had come home."
