"The lamps are going out all over Europe. We shall not see them lit again in our time." -Sir Edward Grey, British foreign secretary, on 3 August 1914, the eve Of the First World War
On a soft, winter evening in Manhattan, the Fifteenth of December, 1937, it started to snow; big flakes spun lazily in the sky, danced in the lights of office buildings, then melted as they hit the pavement.
They stared at each other for a time, and, as they did, the loveliest look came over her face, a kind of warm light. Not so very different than the look on his face. Really, much the same.
The future of Spain is at stake. Germany and Italy have ensured that Republican forces are starved of weapons and a Franco victory now looks likely. Cristian Ferrar, a Spanish lawyer living in Paris, is a well-connected man. When Ferrar is approached by anti-Franco forces, he readily agrees asked to help smuggle arms into his homeland. Working with de Lyon - an enigmatic man of Slavic descent - Ferrar goes on a quest which will take him from libertine nightclubs in the City of Light to volatile bars by the docks in Gdansk, as Europe holds its breath.