Vahan Kenderian’s lavish life quickly deteriorates as the Turkish people move in and destroy the lives of the Armenian people. Readers are given the opportunity to experience the terror of this genocide through the eyes of this twelve year old boy. Readers will grow to love and experience the close knit bond of this family and their willingness to protect one another in the face of extreme danger. Follow the intense journey of Vahan to learn about his experiences in the Armenian Genocide.
Reviews:
“Forgotten Fire's convincing voice and heart-breaking details haunted me for days” -Nancy Kricorian, author of Zabelle
“A powerful historical novel....the first-person narrative is quiet, without sensationalism” -Booklist
Powerful Quotes from the text:
“I saw that most of the population was gone, and that many buildings had been destroyed. I saw the rubble of mud and stone where Armenian churches had been, dry earth and weeds where Armenian gardens had been, empty frames where the doors and windows of Armenian businesses had been. And it was not the war. Or rather, it was the other war, the one no one had declared, the one that snow could bury and the wind could blow away”
“I looked at him for a long time, trying to fill myself with him. I stared at him until he became nothing, the way a word will become nothing if you say it over and over. I stayed with him until the futility of staying became so strong that I stood up”
Reviews:
“Forgotten Fire's convincing voice and heart-breaking details haunted me for days” -Nancy Kricorian, author of Zabelle
“A powerful historical novel....the first-person narrative is quiet, without sensationalism” -Booklist
Powerful Quotes from the text:
“I saw that most of the population was gone, and that many buildings had been destroyed. I saw the rubble of mud and stone where Armenian churches had been, dry earth and weeds where Armenian gardens had been, empty frames where the doors and windows of Armenian businesses had been. And it was not the war. Or rather, it was the other war, the one no one had declared, the one that snow could bury and the wind could blow away”
“I looked at him for a long time, trying to fill myself with him. I stared at him until he became nothing, the way a word will become nothing if you say it over and over. I stayed with him until the futility of staying became so strong that I stood up”