#the austrian

Ellie Midwood is an author of historical fiction novels. She is a USA Today bestselling author. She sets many of her novels in the World War II-era – an interest which she credits to her grandfather, who was a junior sergeant. Ellie continues to research World War II and Holocaust history by obtaining as much memorabilia and as many documents as she can. In her spare time, Ellie enjoys yoga, going on adventures, learning languages, and philosophy. She lives in New York.

The Austrian

The Austrian (2016) — Buy on Amazon!

The Austrian, Part 2 (2016) — Buy on Amazon!

The Girl From Berlin

The Girl from Berlin / Standartenführer's Wife (2015) — Buy on Amazon!

Gruppenführer's Mistress (2015) — Buy on Amazon!

War Criminal's Widow (2015) — Buy on Amazon!

The Indigo Rebels

The Indigo Rebels (2017) — Buy on Amazon!

The Lyon Affair (2017) — Buy on Amazon!

Liberation (2018) — Buy on Amazon!

Metropolis

Metropolis (2020) — Buy on Amazon!

Spies (2020) — Buy on Amazon!

Women and The Holocaust

Emilia (2016) — Buy on Amazon!

The Girl Who Survived / No Woman's Land (2019) — Buy on Amazon!

The Girl in the Striped Dress / Auschwitz Syndrome (2019) — Buy on Amazon!

Standalone Novels

The Brooklyn Boys Club (2015) — Buy on Amazon!

A Motherland's Daughter, A Fatherland's Son (2018) — Buy on Amazon!

Of Knights and Dogfights (2018) — Buy on Amazon!

The Aftermath (2020) — Buy on Amazon!

The Violinist of Auschwitz (2020) — Buy on Amazon!

The Girl Who Escaped from Auschwitz (2021) — Buy on Amazon!

The Girl on the Platform (2021) — Buy on Amazon!

The White Rose Network (2022) — Buy on Amazon!

The Wife Who Risked Everything (2022) — Buy on Amazon!

The Undercover Secretary (2023) — Buy on Amazon!

The Child Who Lived (2023) — Buy on Amazon!

I Have to Save Them (2024) — Buy on Amazon!

When the World Went Silent (2024) — Buy on Amazon!

The Photographer's Secret (2025) — Buy on Amazon!

Short Stories/Novellas

Killing the Hangman (2019) — Buy on Amazon!

Non-Fiction

The New York Doll (2014) — Buy on Amazon!

Anthologies

The park has an outlet, I try to amend my phone charging issues while breakfast happens. We depart Iron Bridge around nine, after returning to the Shell for water and the like. There's a headwind.

My Austrian friend is equipped with a cycle computer, we ride each other's draft half and half to Blind River. Barring the parts where photos happen.

In Blind River, the Tim Hortons is priority number own, for the Austrian. We meet a cyclist coming from Niagara and headed to Vancouver with maybe an ambitious timeframe, and a biker who had gone out to Coquitlam just the other week and was on his return. There's a large discussion about roads before we get to our respective carbohydrates.

My goal is Espanola, it is a hundred kilometers. The Austrian is a little skeptical -- especially as it pours and attempts thunder immediately following a grocery run -- and says we'd at least reach Spanish.

We head out when the break in the clouds comes across.

I am struggling on the road. My rest day was not enough, I need a few. My energy reserves are still depleted from running myself ragged from Thunder Bay to Sault.

We're at the rest stop in Serpent River at half past two, a half hour food break happens. I defend my dozen pack of low-quality donuts from a seagull. Another fifty kilos later, we are going along Woodland Drive that starts at the edge of Cutler and takes us into Spanish. It's gravel but the dark, semi-paved, packed in kind. I do better keeping up, as we are near-leisurely paced. Spanish is constantly 'close', but the ride is actually ten kilos.

The marina in Spanish has a community centre and a boat of a friend of my Austrian friend. It's only four as we arrive, shortly before a good, actual thunderstorm comes across. In here is a meal, and taking advantage of the services the centre provides -- wifi greatly appreciated though strange in its connection to my phone. Radar shows an end to the storm long before we can see any, but it's still early and at six fifteen with the sun beaming, after the day's overcast humidity -- I don't do well with humidity, and neither does the cameraman from Calgary met at the centre -- this was an actual breath of fresh air. Not just warm foggy.

We pass Walford. I am struggling hard but going on. Massey is another 'we could stop here' town, but it's still early in the consideration that the sun sets just after ten.

There's a foal, it's grey and beautiful and so awkwardly legged. Its run from us passing by, setting off the adult horses and it's like cows in Saskatchewan all over again.

I struggle hard.

At half past nine, the junction of the 17 and the 6 is in sight. From there it is just a couple of kilometers -- a few minutes -- to Espanola. More importantly, for the Austrian, there's a Tim's here. We rest. We let it get dark, much to my chagrin. Camp is made just outside of Espanola, before the onset of night-long rain.