Written on SilkZondervan, 26. maj 2009 - 352 sider A royal wedding masks the unfolding of Catherine de Medici’s murderous plot against the Huguenots. Will any of the Huguenot princes survive? Life and death rest with two people … Rachelle Dushane-Macquinet, couturiere from a celebrated silk-making family, has come back to the Louvre Palais to create the royal wedding gown. Recruited into the evil Queen Mother’s ring of women spies, she must use her wits to preserve her honor—and the lives of her fellow Huguenots. Marquis Fabien de Vendome has also returned from a buccaneering venture against Spain. The Queen Mother plans to implicate him in an assassination. But Fabien has designs of his own. A man and a woman caught up in history’s deadly swirl and love’s uncertainties seek to escape the venom of Madame le Serpent. Faith in Christ must uphold them, and all who stand alone, in a city gone diabolically mad. |
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... knew from past family discussions, James Hudson was here at the château to arrange the final details of an earlier agreement his family had made with her Père Arnaut, for exporting Macquinet silk to the Hudson warehouse in Spitalfields ...
... knew she had stayed up until after midnight to finish a special silk scarf for Madame Hershey, who would attend the worship meeting, and that she had been delayed in finishing the project due to Hudson's arrival. As Madame Clair went to ...
... knew there was no chance he could ever sit down across from Guise, with a Bible between them, to discuss Christian doctrines from the Scriptures. To be caught with the Scriptures in French brought death. “Father God, Your sheep are ...
... knew little more than that he'd left for a location on the coast, where an ally, a French buccaneer, whose name Fabien had withheld, awaited him for a secret rendezvous. That he would return to see her again before his voyage to Florida ...
... knew well, were clear: “The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him; His rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure, One little word shall fell him.” Running footsteps pounded from behind; she turned to look over her shoulder ...