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The Bletchley Riddle

Author Ruta Sepetys On Tour, Steve Sheinkin On Tour
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On sale Oct 08, 2024 | 400 Pages | 9780593694244
Age 10 and up | Grades 6-8
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A stunning collaboration between award-winning and bestselling authors Ruta Sepetys and Steve Sheinkin, this middle grade historical adventure follows two siblings at Bletchley Park, the home of WWII codebreakers, as they try to unravel a mystery surrounding their mother’s death.

Remember, you are bound by the Official Secrets Act…

Summer, 1940. Nineteen-year-old Jakob Novis and his quirky younger sister Lizzie share a love of riddles and puzzles. And now they’re living inside of one. The quarrelsome siblings find themselves amidst one of the greatest secrets of World War II—Britain’s eccentric codebreaking factory at Bletchley Park. As Jakob joins Bletchley’s top minds to crack the Nazi's Enigma cipher, fourteen-year-old Lizzie embarks on a mission to solve the mysterious disappearance of their mother.

The Battle of Britain rages and Hitler’s invasion creeps closer. And at the same time, baffling messages and codes arrive on their doorstep while a menacing inspector lurks outside the gates of the Bletchley mansion. Are the messages truly for them, or are they a trap? Could the riddles of Enigma and their mother's disappearance be somehow connected? Jakob and Lizzie must find a way to work together as they race to decipher clues which unravel a shocking puzzle that presents the ultimate challenge: How long must a secret be kept?
1•Jakob
First things first: a riddle.
A traveler crosses a border into enemy territory. We’re talking ages ago—­ancient times, warring kingdoms, that sort of thing. The traveler is stopped by soldiers. It’s their job to make sure no one carries any secret messages. They search the man, strip him bare, run fingers through his hair.
The man is clean. He pulls on his clothes, goes on his way.
But he does have a hidden message.
Where? I’ve given you a clue.
No, it’s not in his brain. And not in his body, though that can work. It’s a classic spy trick. There’s this story from the American Revolution where a British spy is caught sneaking through American lines. The Yanks suspect him of carrying secrets. They force him to drink some horrid potion, and next thing you know the poor chap’s evacuating from both ends. Sure enough, out pops a silver bullet. This is no ordinary bullet—­it’s hollow and can be unscrewed. Inside is a tiny folded note.
But our traveler carries no such spy gadget. Our man continues his journey. He walks for hours. Finally, deep in the woods, at an agreed-­upon spot, he meets a rebel leader, an ally of his own king. The traveler asks for a very sharp knife. He lifts the blade to his head . . . and begins to shave off his hair.
The secret message is written on his scalp.
I’ll never forget telling my sister this one. Lizzie was six or seven, and for weeks she ordered every adult she saw to bend down so she could search their head for hidden writing. She informed Mr. Davies, our neighbor across the hall, that he could never, ever be a spy.
“Why not?” he wished to know.
She said, “Because you have no hair.”
Davies was terribly put out. Maybe he dreamed of becoming a spy. Maybe he was one. It’s possible—­a nice head of hair is not required these days. You see, people have come up with better ways to send secrets than writing them on each other’s heads.
Of course, the more cunningly the secrets are hidden, the harder people like me will work to find them.

2•Lizzie
Allow me to explain something.
I’m lying.
And surprisingly, I’m quite good at it. I never imagined that at the age of fourteen I’d excel at deception. But these days, many things surpass even my robust imagination. England on the brink of German invasion, for one thing. The sweaty man in front of me, for another.
“Apologies, Mr. Fleetwood. I didn’t realize I’d walked us so far today.”
That was one of the lies, of course. The walk was a death dash. A ploy to ensure he’d be positively exhausted when we boarded the ship and entered our cabin.
Fleetwood, my chaperone for the voyage, heaves his bloated and blistered trotters into a pan of water. Remarkably small feet for such a wide frame. He mops a line of sweat from his brow, his face so flush with pink, it resembles a glazed holiday ham.
“Oh, goodness. Gran made no mention of your foot ailment,” I tell him.
“I’ve no ailment. And you will report no such thing to your grandmother. I simply wasn’t prepared for a march around the whole of Liverpool.” He loosens his tie, settling in with a drink.
“Perhaps you can understand my melancholy,” I say, placing my suitcase where he’ll be certain to trip over it. “Today is the last I’ll see of England before we sail for America.”
“And whose fault is that?” he bellows, wagging a finger toward the ceiling of our cabin.
“Hitler’s fault.” I nod dutifully. “This war is Hitler’s fault. My displacement, Hitler’s fault. This gas mask I carry at all times”—­I raise my voice for full effect—­“Hitler’s fault!”
That’s the reply he wants.
Please note that I do not include the words “I think.” Because I do not think. I know.
Another benefit of the sage age of fourteen: There are many things you just know. Like the terrible truth that many British men who leave for the war will die in the war. Or the fact that Mr. Fleetwood enjoys one too many nips of Old Schenley. When I share things like that, people often say, “My, aren’t you precocious, Elizabeth.
”But let’s be honest, shall we? When adults tell a child or a teenager that they’re precocious, what they’re really saying is, “Please don’t say that aloud.”
But I say most things aloud.
I prefer being straightforward. My older brother, Jakob, used to be straightforward. Before Willa disappeared, that is. Willa is our mother. Killed in a bomb blast, they told us. A falsity I refuse to accept. I no longer refer to her asMother because she’s not currently here to “mother” me. So it’s easier, and hurts less, to call her by her first name.
Precocious? Probably.
Willa is American. From a posh place called Cleveland. Some say that explains why I’m so straightforward, because I’m half American. They say the word “American” as if it’s scandalous. I love that. Willa loved it too.
Of course, someday I’ll make it to America and meet genuinely scandalous girls. I imagine Cleveland to be a pond well stocked. But I’ve never been to America. As I grew up, Gran always came to London because Willa was constantly working. And now Gran thinks I’m rushing to join her in Cleveland. So does her estate steward, the yeasty-­footed Mr. Fleetwood.
But I’m not. Of course I’m not.
Willa is the only parent Jakob and I have left. I made a pledge to uncover the truth about her disappearance. I told my brother as much in my correspondence. But Jakob hasn’t responded to any of the letters that I’ve sent to the curious address he provided. I’ve heard nothing from him—­for over three months. First Willa disappears and now my brother. I refuse to leave England until I determine their whereabouts.
“Mr. Fleetwood, would you like to join me for a stroll on deck before we depart?”
“No, no,” he replies. “I’ve just poured a drink.”
“Yes, probably best to rest your legs. It’s a small ship, but so lovely of Gran to book such a large suite, don’t you think?” I continue to chatter, as I’ve learned it tires him. “Will you be able to endure the discomfort? I hesitate to leave you.” I place a hand to my chest. “Even for a moment.”
“I’m fine!” he insists. His footbath is now pinked by the weep of his blisters. Perfect.
“All right. I’d like to wave my hankie as we set sail. A transatlantic voyage to escape German invasion. It’s all so exciting!” I gush. “I’ll return and unpack my suitcase as soon as we depart.”
“Very good, Elizabeth.”
I exit the cabin. Turn the corner in the hallway. Pull a deep breath.
And then I run.
As fast as I possibly can, dodging a luggage steward, vaulting over suitcases, and picking up speed midair. I dash down one staircase, then another, taking the final five steps in a single airborne leap. I land, rump first, on what appears to be a gilded box owned by a pinch-­faced peacock of a woman.
“My hat!” she exclaims.
“I do apologize,” I say, removing my backside from the squash of her box. “But I’m in a terrible hurry.” And then I’m off again.
“Young lady!” bellows the peacock. “Young lady, what on earth are you doing?”
Her voice fades as I see my target exit.
What am I doing?
I’m lying. And escaping.
And honestly, I do feel a bit bad about it. It was much too easy. Poor “Feetwood,” as my brother calls him.
Clearly, he has no experience with teenagers.
Clearly, he has no idea what I’m about to accomplish.
Clearly, he is a very poor chaperone.
Because the steamship will sail for America.
But I’ll be racing back to London when it does.
"Two powerhouse authors collaborate on an enormously entertaining, expertly researched WWII novel with broad appeal…The authors successfully blend genuine suspense, sibling relationship issues, and humorous hijinks to create a tone both heartfelt and playful…Perfect for fans of Alan Gratz, this is an excellent fictional companion to Candace Fleming’s The Enigma Girls (2024)…Both masters of their craft, Sepetys and Sheinkin's collaboration will draw fiction and nonfiction fans, not to mention a code-breaking coterie."—STARRED REVIEW, Booklist

"Swift, snappy, and suspenseful storytelling."—STARRED REVIEW, Publishers Weekly

"An impressive joint effort between Sepetys and Sheinkin . . . With broad appeal to both WWII and mystery enthusiasts, this highly recommended title is a first purchase for all libraries serving tweens and teens."—STARRED REVIEW, School Library Journal

"A master class in suspense...With its expert pacing and characterization and its careful delineation of historical and family stories, this is historical fiction at its best."—STARRED REVIEW, The Horn Book

"A rich, enthralling historical mystery that engages and educates."Kirkus Reviews

"In a gripping and surprisingly funny World War II historical novel, siblings at a top-secret cryptography center break codes and investigate their mother's purported death in a bombing raid…This middle-grade novel is sure to transcend age ranges and is both mystery and historical fiction, with a healthy dose of adventure and the tiniest hint of young romance."Shelf Awareness

"Part mystery, part history, this book by two award-winning authors is a page-turner."The Washington Post

"With genuine emotionand a richly developed historical setting, this has all the hallmarks of cowriters Sepetys and Sheinkin, sofans of either author will be pleased here."BCCB

“[This] formidable pair is sure to mesmerize middle grade readers with The Bletchley Riddle.” —BookPage

"I loved every single page of this book. The Bletchley Riddle is exquisite historical storytelling! I only wish I could read it again for the very first time."—Jennifer A. Nielsen, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author

"In The Bletchley Riddle, two of the absolute best writers in kid lit have come together to craft an amazing work of historical fiction. This book has adventure, excitement, humor, heroism, and heart set against a backdrop with the highest stakes imaginable."—James Ponti, New York Times bestselling author of City Spies

"Break out your Enigma machines! Sepetys and Sheinkin have written a thrilling World War II code-breaking adventure filled with ciphers, secrets, and spies."—Alan Gratz, New York Times bestselling author of Refugee

"Brilliant! A seamless collaboration produces a genius tale with incredible historical twists! I loved reading this book."—Kimberly Brubaker Bradley, author of The Night War

"Such a unique and amazing book! Sheinkin and Sepetys have layered impeccable research into a very readable, engaging story. I'm so happy that we will have this amazing adventure historical available for young readers. They clamor for books like this!"—Rae Ann Parker, Director of Books for Young Readers, Parnassus Books in Nashville
Ruta Sepetys (www.rutasepetys.com) is an internationally acclaimed, #1 New York Times bestselling author of historical fiction published in over sixty countries and forty languages. Sepetys is considered a "crossover" novelist, as her books are read by both teens and adults worldwide. Her novels Between Shades of GrayOut of the Easy, and Salt to the Sea have won or been shortlisted for more than forty book prizes, and are included on more than sixty state award lists. Between Shades of Gray was adapted into the film Ashes in the Snow, and her other novels are currently in development for TV and film. Winner of the Carnegie Medal, Ruta is passionate about the power of history and literature to foster global awareness and connectivity. She has presented to NATO, to the European Parliament, in the United States Capitol, and at embassies worldwide. Ruta was born and raised in Michigan and now lives with her family in Nashville, Tennessee. Follow her on Twitter and Instagram @RutaSepetys. View titles by Ruta Sepetys
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About

A stunning collaboration between award-winning and bestselling authors Ruta Sepetys and Steve Sheinkin, this middle grade historical adventure follows two siblings at Bletchley Park, the home of WWII codebreakers, as they try to unravel a mystery surrounding their mother’s death.

Remember, you are bound by the Official Secrets Act…

Summer, 1940. Nineteen-year-old Jakob Novis and his quirky younger sister Lizzie share a love of riddles and puzzles. And now they’re living inside of one. The quarrelsome siblings find themselves amidst one of the greatest secrets of World War II—Britain’s eccentric codebreaking factory at Bletchley Park. As Jakob joins Bletchley’s top minds to crack the Nazi's Enigma cipher, fourteen-year-old Lizzie embarks on a mission to solve the mysterious disappearance of their mother.

The Battle of Britain rages and Hitler’s invasion creeps closer. And at the same time, baffling messages and codes arrive on their doorstep while a menacing inspector lurks outside the gates of the Bletchley mansion. Are the messages truly for them, or are they a trap? Could the riddles of Enigma and their mother's disappearance be somehow connected? Jakob and Lizzie must find a way to work together as they race to decipher clues which unravel a shocking puzzle that presents the ultimate challenge: How long must a secret be kept?

Excerpt

1•Jakob
First things first: a riddle.
A traveler crosses a border into enemy territory. We’re talking ages ago—­ancient times, warring kingdoms, that sort of thing. The traveler is stopped by soldiers. It’s their job to make sure no one carries any secret messages. They search the man, strip him bare, run fingers through his hair.
The man is clean. He pulls on his clothes, goes on his way.
But he does have a hidden message.
Where? I’ve given you a clue.
No, it’s not in his brain. And not in his body, though that can work. It’s a classic spy trick. There’s this story from the American Revolution where a British spy is caught sneaking through American lines. The Yanks suspect him of carrying secrets. They force him to drink some horrid potion, and next thing you know the poor chap’s evacuating from both ends. Sure enough, out pops a silver bullet. This is no ordinary bullet—­it’s hollow and can be unscrewed. Inside is a tiny folded note.
But our traveler carries no such spy gadget. Our man continues his journey. He walks for hours. Finally, deep in the woods, at an agreed-­upon spot, he meets a rebel leader, an ally of his own king. The traveler asks for a very sharp knife. He lifts the blade to his head . . . and begins to shave off his hair.
The secret message is written on his scalp.
I’ll never forget telling my sister this one. Lizzie was six or seven, and for weeks she ordered every adult she saw to bend down so she could search their head for hidden writing. She informed Mr. Davies, our neighbor across the hall, that he could never, ever be a spy.
“Why not?” he wished to know.
She said, “Because you have no hair.”
Davies was terribly put out. Maybe he dreamed of becoming a spy. Maybe he was one. It’s possible—­a nice head of hair is not required these days. You see, people have come up with better ways to send secrets than writing them on each other’s heads.
Of course, the more cunningly the secrets are hidden, the harder people like me will work to find them.

2•Lizzie
Allow me to explain something.
I’m lying.
And surprisingly, I’m quite good at it. I never imagined that at the age of fourteen I’d excel at deception. But these days, many things surpass even my robust imagination. England on the brink of German invasion, for one thing. The sweaty man in front of me, for another.
“Apologies, Mr. Fleetwood. I didn’t realize I’d walked us so far today.”
That was one of the lies, of course. The walk was a death dash. A ploy to ensure he’d be positively exhausted when we boarded the ship and entered our cabin.
Fleetwood, my chaperone for the voyage, heaves his bloated and blistered trotters into a pan of water. Remarkably small feet for such a wide frame. He mops a line of sweat from his brow, his face so flush with pink, it resembles a glazed holiday ham.
“Oh, goodness. Gran made no mention of your foot ailment,” I tell him.
“I’ve no ailment. And you will report no such thing to your grandmother. I simply wasn’t prepared for a march around the whole of Liverpool.” He loosens his tie, settling in with a drink.
“Perhaps you can understand my melancholy,” I say, placing my suitcase where he’ll be certain to trip over it. “Today is the last I’ll see of England before we sail for America.”
“And whose fault is that?” he bellows, wagging a finger toward the ceiling of our cabin.
“Hitler’s fault.” I nod dutifully. “This war is Hitler’s fault. My displacement, Hitler’s fault. This gas mask I carry at all times”—­I raise my voice for full effect—­“Hitler’s fault!”
That’s the reply he wants.
Please note that I do not include the words “I think.” Because I do not think. I know.
Another benefit of the sage age of fourteen: There are many things you just know. Like the terrible truth that many British men who leave for the war will die in the war. Or the fact that Mr. Fleetwood enjoys one too many nips of Old Schenley. When I share things like that, people often say, “My, aren’t you precocious, Elizabeth.
”But let’s be honest, shall we? When adults tell a child or a teenager that they’re precocious, what they’re really saying is, “Please don’t say that aloud.”
But I say most things aloud.
I prefer being straightforward. My older brother, Jakob, used to be straightforward. Before Willa disappeared, that is. Willa is our mother. Killed in a bomb blast, they told us. A falsity I refuse to accept. I no longer refer to her asMother because she’s not currently here to “mother” me. So it’s easier, and hurts less, to call her by her first name.
Precocious? Probably.
Willa is American. From a posh place called Cleveland. Some say that explains why I’m so straightforward, because I’m half American. They say the word “American” as if it’s scandalous. I love that. Willa loved it too.
Of course, someday I’ll make it to America and meet genuinely scandalous girls. I imagine Cleveland to be a pond well stocked. But I’ve never been to America. As I grew up, Gran always came to London because Willa was constantly working. And now Gran thinks I’m rushing to join her in Cleveland. So does her estate steward, the yeasty-­footed Mr. Fleetwood.
But I’m not. Of course I’m not.
Willa is the only parent Jakob and I have left. I made a pledge to uncover the truth about her disappearance. I told my brother as much in my correspondence. But Jakob hasn’t responded to any of the letters that I’ve sent to the curious address he provided. I’ve heard nothing from him—­for over three months. First Willa disappears and now my brother. I refuse to leave England until I determine their whereabouts.
“Mr. Fleetwood, would you like to join me for a stroll on deck before we depart?”
“No, no,” he replies. “I’ve just poured a drink.”
“Yes, probably best to rest your legs. It’s a small ship, but so lovely of Gran to book such a large suite, don’t you think?” I continue to chatter, as I’ve learned it tires him. “Will you be able to endure the discomfort? I hesitate to leave you.” I place a hand to my chest. “Even for a moment.”
“I’m fine!” he insists. His footbath is now pinked by the weep of his blisters. Perfect.
“All right. I’d like to wave my hankie as we set sail. A transatlantic voyage to escape German invasion. It’s all so exciting!” I gush. “I’ll return and unpack my suitcase as soon as we depart.”
“Very good, Elizabeth.”
I exit the cabin. Turn the corner in the hallway. Pull a deep breath.
And then I run.
As fast as I possibly can, dodging a luggage steward, vaulting over suitcases, and picking up speed midair. I dash down one staircase, then another, taking the final five steps in a single airborne leap. I land, rump first, on what appears to be a gilded box owned by a pinch-­faced peacock of a woman.
“My hat!” she exclaims.
“I do apologize,” I say, removing my backside from the squash of her box. “But I’m in a terrible hurry.” And then I’m off again.
“Young lady!” bellows the peacock. “Young lady, what on earth are you doing?”
Her voice fades as I see my target exit.
What am I doing?
I’m lying. And escaping.
And honestly, I do feel a bit bad about it. It was much too easy. Poor “Feetwood,” as my brother calls him.
Clearly, he has no experience with teenagers.
Clearly, he has no idea what I’m about to accomplish.
Clearly, he is a very poor chaperone.
Because the steamship will sail for America.
But I’ll be racing back to London when it does.

Praise

"Two powerhouse authors collaborate on an enormously entertaining, expertly researched WWII novel with broad appeal…The authors successfully blend genuine suspense, sibling relationship issues, and humorous hijinks to create a tone both heartfelt and playful…Perfect for fans of Alan Gratz, this is an excellent fictional companion to Candace Fleming’s The Enigma Girls (2024)…Both masters of their craft, Sepetys and Sheinkin's collaboration will draw fiction and nonfiction fans, not to mention a code-breaking coterie."—STARRED REVIEW, Booklist

"Swift, snappy, and suspenseful storytelling."—STARRED REVIEW, Publishers Weekly

"An impressive joint effort between Sepetys and Sheinkin . . . With broad appeal to both WWII and mystery enthusiasts, this highly recommended title is a first purchase for all libraries serving tweens and teens."—STARRED REVIEW, School Library Journal

"A master class in suspense...With its expert pacing and characterization and its careful delineation of historical and family stories, this is historical fiction at its best."—STARRED REVIEW, The Horn Book

"A rich, enthralling historical mystery that engages and educates."Kirkus Reviews

"In a gripping and surprisingly funny World War II historical novel, siblings at a top-secret cryptography center break codes and investigate their mother's purported death in a bombing raid…This middle-grade novel is sure to transcend age ranges and is both mystery and historical fiction, with a healthy dose of adventure and the tiniest hint of young romance."Shelf Awareness

"Part mystery, part history, this book by two award-winning authors is a page-turner."The Washington Post

"With genuine emotionand a richly developed historical setting, this has all the hallmarks of cowriters Sepetys and Sheinkin, sofans of either author will be pleased here."BCCB

“[This] formidable pair is sure to mesmerize middle grade readers with The Bletchley Riddle.” —BookPage

"I loved every single page of this book. The Bletchley Riddle is exquisite historical storytelling! I only wish I could read it again for the very first time."—Jennifer A. Nielsen, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author

"In The Bletchley Riddle, two of the absolute best writers in kid lit have come together to craft an amazing work of historical fiction. This book has adventure, excitement, humor, heroism, and heart set against a backdrop with the highest stakes imaginable."—James Ponti, New York Times bestselling author of City Spies

"Break out your Enigma machines! Sepetys and Sheinkin have written a thrilling World War II code-breaking adventure filled with ciphers, secrets, and spies."—Alan Gratz, New York Times bestselling author of Refugee

"Brilliant! A seamless collaboration produces a genius tale with incredible historical twists! I loved reading this book."—Kimberly Brubaker Bradley, author of The Night War

"Such a unique and amazing book! Sheinkin and Sepetys have layered impeccable research into a very readable, engaging story. I'm so happy that we will have this amazing adventure historical available for young readers. They clamor for books like this!"—Rae Ann Parker, Director of Books for Young Readers, Parnassus Books in Nashville

Author

Ruta Sepetys (www.rutasepetys.com) is an internationally acclaimed, #1 New York Times bestselling author of historical fiction published in over sixty countries and forty languages. Sepetys is considered a "crossover" novelist, as her books are read by both teens and adults worldwide. Her novels Between Shades of GrayOut of the Easy, and Salt to the Sea have won or been shortlisted for more than forty book prizes, and are included on more than sixty state award lists. Between Shades of Gray was adapted into the film Ashes in the Snow, and her other novels are currently in development for TV and film. Winner of the Carnegie Medal, Ruta is passionate about the power of history and literature to foster global awareness and connectivity. She has presented to NATO, to the European Parliament, in the United States Capitol, and at embassies worldwide. Ruta was born and raised in Michigan and now lives with her family in Nashville, Tennessee. Follow her on Twitter and Instagram @RutaSepetys. View titles by Ruta Sepetys

Rights

Available for sale exclusive:
•     Guam
•     Minor Outl.Ins.
•     North Mariana
•     Philippines
•     Puerto Rico
•     Samoa,American
•     US Virgin Is.

Available for sale non-exclusive:
•     Afghanistan
•     Aland Islands
•     Albania
•     Algeria
•     Andorra
•     Angola
•     Anguilla
•     Antarctica
•     Argentina
•     Armenia
•     Aruba
•     Austria
•     Azerbaijan
•     Bahrain
•     Belarus
•     Belgium
•     Benin
•     Bhutan
•     Bolivia
•     Bonaire, Saba
•     Bosnia Herzeg.
•     Bouvet Island
•     Brazil
•     Bulgaria
•     Burkina Faso
•     Burundi
•     Cambodia
•     Cameroon
•     Cape Verde
•     Centr.Afr.Rep.
•     Chad
•     Chile
•     China
•     Colombia
•     Comoro Is.
•     Congo
•     Cook Islands
•     Costa Rica
•     Croatia
•     Cuba
•     Curacao
•     Czech Republic
•     Dem. Rep. Congo
•     Denmark
•     Djibouti
•     Dominican Rep.
•     Ecuador
•     Egypt
•     El Salvador
•     Equatorial Gui.
•     Eritrea
•     Estonia
•     Ethiopia
•     Faroe Islands
•     Finland
•     France
•     Fren.Polynesia
•     French Guinea
•     Gabon
•     Georgia
•     Germany
•     Greece
•     Greenland
•     Guadeloupe
•     Guatemala
•     Guinea Republic
•     Guinea-Bissau
•     Haiti
•     Heard/McDon.Isl
•     Honduras
•     Hong Kong
•     Hungary
•     Iceland
•     Indonesia
•     Iran
•     Iraq
•     Israel
•     Italy
•     Ivory Coast
•     Japan
•     Jordan
•     Kazakhstan
•     Kuwait
•     Kyrgyzstan
•     Laos
•     Latvia
•     Lebanon
•     Liberia
•     Libya
•     Liechtenstein
•     Lithuania
•     Luxembourg
•     Macau
•     Macedonia
•     Madagascar
•     Maldives
•     Mali
•     Marshall island
•     Martinique
•     Mauritania
•     Mayotte
•     Mexico
•     Micronesia
•     Moldavia
•     Monaco
•     Mongolia
•     Montenegro
•     Morocco
•     Myanmar
•     Nepal
•     Netherlands
•     New Caledonia
•     Nicaragua
•     Niger
•     Niue
•     Norfolk Island
•     North Korea
•     Norway
•     Oman
•     Palau
•     Palestinian Ter
•     Panama
•     Paraguay
•     Peru
•     Poland
•     Portugal
•     Qatar
•     Reunion Island
•     Romania
•     Russian Fed.
•     Rwanda
•     Saint Martin
•     San Marino
•     SaoTome Princip
•     Saudi Arabia
•     Senegal
•     Serbia
•     Singapore
•     Sint Maarten
•     Slovakia
•     Slovenia
•     South Korea
•     South Sudan
•     Spain
•     St Barthelemy
•     St.Pier,Miquel.
•     Sth Terr. Franc
•     Sudan
•     Suriname
•     Svalbard
•     Sweden
•     Switzerland
•     Syria
•     Tadschikistan
•     Taiwan
•     Thailand
•     Timor-Leste
•     Togo
•     Tokelau Islands
•     Tunisia
•     Turkey
•     Turkmenistan
•     Ukraine
•     Unit.Arab Emir.
•     Uruguay
•     Uzbekistan
•     Vatican City
•     Venezuela
•     Vietnam
•     Wallis,Futuna
•     West Saharan
•     Western Samoa
•     Yemen

Not available for sale:
•     Antigua/Barbuda
•     Australia
•     Bahamas
•     Bangladesh
•     Barbados
•     Belize
•     Bermuda
•     Botswana
•     Brit.Ind.Oc.Ter
•     Brit.Virgin Is.
•     Brunei
•     Canada
•     Cayman Islands
•     Christmas Islnd
•     Cocos Islands
•     Cyprus
•     Dominica
•     Falkland Islnds
•     Fiji
•     Gambia
•     Ghana
•     Gibraltar
•     Grenada
•     Guernsey
•     Guyana
•     India
•     Ireland
•     Isle of Man
•     Jamaica
•     Jersey
•     Kenya
•     Kiribati
•     Lesotho
•     Malawi
•     Malaysia
•     Malta
•     Mauritius
•     Montserrat
•     Mozambique
•     Namibia
•     Nauru
•     New Zealand
•     Nigeria
•     Pakistan
•     PapuaNewGuinea
•     Pitcairn Islnds
•     S. Sandwich Ins
•     Seychelles
•     Sierra Leone
•     Solomon Islands
•     Somalia
•     South Africa
•     Sri Lanka
•     St. Helena
•     St. Lucia
•     St. Vincent
•     St.Chr.,Nevis
•     Swaziland
•     Tanzania
•     Tonga
•     Trinidad,Tobago
•     Turks&Caicos Is
•     Tuvalu
•     USA
•     Uganda
•     United Kingdom
•     Vanuatu
•     Zambia
•     Zimbabwe