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"If you love someone,

let him fly free….a cognizant original v5 release october 26 2010

PRAISE FOR

DANIELLE STEEL

“A LITERARY PHENOMENON … and not to be pigeonholed as one who produces a predictable kind of book.”—The Detroit News“THE PLOTS OF DANIELLE STEELS NOVELS TWIST AND WEAVE as incredible stories unfold to the glee and delight of her enormous reading public.”—United Press International“Ms. Steel's fans won't be disappointed!”—The New York Times Book Review“One counts on Danielle Steel for A STORY THAT ENTERTAINS AND INFORMS.

”—The Chattanooga Times“Steel writes convincingly about universal human emotions.”—Publishers Weekly“STEEL IS AT THE TOP OF HER BESTSELLING FORM.—Houston Chronicle“FEW MODERN WRITERS CONVEY THE PATHOS OF FAMILY AND MARITAL LIFE WITH SUCH HEARTFELT EMPATHY.”—The Philadelphia Inquirer“It's nothing short of amazing that even after [dozens of] novels, Danielle Steel can still come up with a good new yarn.”— (Newark)

PRAISE FOR DANIELLE STEELS

LONE EAGLE

“Engaging characters … STEEL'S EXPERT PLOTTING KEEPS THE NOVEL MOVING AT A GOOD PACE.

”—Publishers Weekly“THE NOVEL IS BRIGHTLY PACED, and the World War II setting provides plenty of contextual drama.”—People“ENGAGING … Steel's fans will enjoy her latest novel. The story moves quickly, and the tension of not knowing how the couple ultimately will be together KEEPS THOSE PAGES TURNING.”—The Orlando Sentinel“Steel's fifty-first novel has all the elements her fans crave. ”—Booklist“READABLE … DIVERTING.”—US Weekly“[Lone Eagle has] a kind of quiet intensity that will appeal to her gazillion fans.”—Kirkus ReviewsA MAIN SELECTION OF

THE LITERARY GUILD

AND

THE DOUBLEDAY BOOK CLUB

Also by Danielle Steel

To my beloved children,

Beatrix, Trevor, Todd, Nick,

Samantha, Victoria, Vanessa,

Maxx and Zara,

You are the most wonderful

people on earth,

and the best I know,

and I love you with all my heart.                          Mom

PROLOGUE

December 1974"

"THE CALL CAME when she least expected it, on a snowy December afternoon, almost exactly thirty-four years after they met.

Thirty-four years. Extraordinary years. She had spent exactly two-thirds of her lifetime with him. Kate was fifty-one years old, and Joe was sixty-three. And in spite of everything he had accomplished, Joe still seemed and looked young to her. There was a vibrancy to him, an energy, a driving force.