Historical Fiction Books About The Holocaust Novels & Stories

I start picking through the small pile of dusty books finding mostly descriptions of executions—infant executions. These aren’t informational books, they’re histories, and our history is darker than I knew. Abominations or not, I don’t think I could kill a child in the crib. Hundreds of stories, hundreds of lives snuffed out, but then how many lives did their sacrifice save? What monsters would these children have become? By the time I’ve finished the third book, I’ve learned nothing, and I’m not sure I can take anymore. I eye the fourth and final book. It’s older than the rest from the look of it. The title scrolled across its cracked leather binding long faded and eligible.

She followed Willow around the corner and into an aisle labeled Biographical Histories. Willow stopped in front of the third shelf and ran her puffy hands along the spines, finally pulling out a book and handing it to Clara: Historic Crimes in Hiestora. When Clara pried it open, the book issued a hissing sound and she noticed it suddenly felt lighter in her hands. Cracking open the dusty tome, Clara noticed pictures that were moving as if the history was playing out once again inside these pages. Below the pictures were written texts of the events.

he said kindly. She immediately said in nervousness, “Thank you, but you don't have to do that for me. I took this book because I had never seen a book like this before. May I ask you what book is this?” “This is a medieval history book about the first crusades. I have seen with my own eyes humans kill and slaughter their own kind for something they believe in. That’s very interesting, and that’s why I wrote this book,” he said and smiled. She furrowed her brows in thought. “Seen?” she asked in her mind curiously.

She had spent the last three hours entirely immersed in Lucian's personal ledgers, her charcoal pencil flying across the pages of her notebook as she cataloged the volumes in strict chronological order. The initial terror of her morning dream had transformed into a deep, consuming fascination. Reading Lucian's history wasn't like reading a textbook; it was a devastatingly raw encounter with the ghost of the world. He had been there. His elegant, flowing script detailed the paranoia of the European witch trials, the mud and blood of the trenches in the Great War, and the blinding, horrific ash of Hiroshima.