The start of a compelling series of Tudor thrillers. This book got me hooked, I then read all the other books in the series within a week. It's good to read books which don't focus on the Tudor royal family but instead explore more what the life of other people living in this period was like. T...
I read this after I'd already read the second in the series. I was disappointed with that then so perhaps if I now read them in the right order, I'll appreciate them more.Because this is quite good. I was honestly gripped and interested, whereas I seem to remember finding The King's Daughter a bi...
Depois da agradável surpresa que foi A Aia da Rainha, a curiosidade por ler o volume seguinte da série era mais que muita. O título deste livro apontava para um enfoque na rainha Maria I, mas, tal como o título do volume anterior, acaba por induzir o leitor em erro. De facto, a história gira em...
Queen Elizabeth was in residence. Adam crossed the noisy great hall where people milled around trestle tables laden with food, then marched straight into the great watching chamber where Yeomen of the Guard stood on duty. He gripped a scroll he had brought Elizabeth, his hand around it damp with ...
She stopped before mentioning Adam. She wanted to keep his name untainted. “Yes, she recently came home.” “Home, bah. Her home is hell.” He was groping with one hand under the bed. He dragged out a metal box the size of a large book and, with a grunt of effort to lift it, landed it beside him on ...
For the second time the water chute thudded open above her face. She tensed in terror. Not again . . . no . . . no! Water roared down. It beat her face. Pounded her clamped-shut mouth. Blocked her nose. Suffocating! Sputtering, she strained against the hands that pinned he...
She was bone weary, but repugnance at the mould on the wall inches from her back and the grime on the straw mattress kept her vigilantly upright. Ribald singing boomed up from the tavern downstairs. Her head ached from it. She rubbed her temple as her eyes wandered for the third time over the sam...
She knew she should have expected what she was seeing, yet it took her aback. Edinburgh was swarming with French soldiers.They swaggered down the snow-packed High Street. They strolled out of taverns. They regarded her with blatant interest as she trotted past them. Their wolfish looks gave her a...
As they were rowed across the Thames they were so locked in looking at each other she scarcely noticed the river traffic. She had a hundred questions for him, but they could not talk openly in front of the wherryman. Nor could they touch the way they longed to. She felt Owen’s hot impatience to b...