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Chapters (84)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. The Lost Daughter
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Chapter 52
  57. Chapter 53
  58. Chapter 54
  59. Chapter 55
  60. Chapter 56
  61. Chapter 57
  62. Chapter 58
  63. Chapter 59
  64. Chapter 60
  65. Chapter 61
  66. Chapter 62
  67. Chapter 63
  68. Chapter 64
  69. Chapter 65
  70. Epilogue
  71. Acknowledgments
  72. An Excerpt from JACKIE AND MARIA
  73. Chapter 1
  74. Chapter 2
  75. P.S. Insights, Interviews & More . . .*
  76. About the Author
  77. About the Book
  78. Historical Afterword
  79. Sources
  80. The Love Lives of the Romanov Daughters
  81. Reading Group Questions
  82. Praise for The Lost Daughter
  83. By Gill Paul
  84. About the Publisher

“I don’t know . . .” Stepan had never been a man who suffered from anxiety, but he felt a knot in his stomach when he thought about this conversation. He had decided in bed the night before how he would begin.

“I’m around today so I can set it up for you,” Misha persisted. “Shall I say eleven our time?”

An hour to go. Was he really going to do this? “All right,” Stepan agreed, and sat down to his cup of coffee.

An hour later, he perched upright in the chair in front of the screen while Misha typed in the address and they waited for a connection. There was a buzzing sound as one computer tried to talk to another on the opposite side of the world, and Stepan marveled at that. He jumped when Val’s face appeared full-size on the screen. It was slightly blurred but obviously the same woman he had met. She was smiling, her eyes merry.

“Hi there!” she said, her voice as clear as if she was in the next room. “What a surprise to hear from you!”

Stepan took a deep breath before he spoke. “Hello, little sister,” he said. “I think I owe you an explanation.”

Acknowledgments

I’m hugely grateful to my legendary agent, Vivien Green at Sheil Land, and my foreign rights agent, Gaia Banks; thanks to them, my books have now been sold in a staggering twenty countries. The crack team at my US publisher—Lucia Macro, Asanté Simons, Jennifer Hart, Amelia Wood, Danielle Bartlett, and Jean Marie Kelly—are a force of nature, positively bursting with energy and enthusiasm, and I feel very fortunate to be published by them.

Some brilliant advisors helped with this novel. Dave Yorath explained to me in detail how old cameras worked, in particular the Kodak Autographic, and he showed me what 1918 film developed in the 1970s might look like. Paula Grainger suggested the herbal remedies that Peter might have used, checking Russian sources to make sure they were available in the season and the part of the country that my plot required. Gerrie Fletcher, a longtime Sydney resident, checked the details of Val’s life there, as well as the Australian characters’ dialogue. Ben Balliger, an attorney and graduate in Russian history from the School of Slavonic and Eastern European Studies at University College London, checked the Russian sections. I’m incredibly grateful for their help but must emphasize that if any errors have crept in, they are mine alone.