Fb2 For My Lady's Heart ePub
by Laura Kinsale
|Publisher:||e-reads.com (May 20, 2011)|
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Laura Kinsale is the awardwinning and New York Times–bestselling author of The Shadow and the Star, Seize the Fire, The Prince of Midnight, Flowers From the Storm, For My Lady’s Heart, and The Dream Hunter. She and her husband divide their time between Santa Fe and Dallas. Shadowheart won the Romance Writers of America Rita Award for best long historical romance of 2004. Kinsale also won best romance novel of 1990 for Prince of Midnight. Kinsale was 1987–1988 Career Achievement Award Winner from Romantic Times Magazine.
For My Lady's Heart book. I never thought a romantic historical fiction could be written to rival Flowers From the Storm by Laura Kinsale, but if anyone could do it then it would be Kinsale. And she did. For My Lady's Heart is stellar on so many levels. We have probably the most wonderful hero ever written, a tortured heroine for a change, incredible seamless use of medieval dialogue and terminology, and imagery so vivid the reader is transported. She manages to challenge as well as This story is just stunning!!!
For My Lady’s Heart: by Laura Kinsale; Narrated by Nicholas Boulton; Hedgehog, In. Audio Publishers Association, 2014 Best Romance Finalist.
For My Lady’s Heart: by Laura Kinsale; Narrated by Nicholas Boulton; Hedgehog, In. Uncertain Magic, (1987/Mar). Victorian Hearts Series. The Hidden Heart, (1986/Apr). The Shadow and the Star, (1991/Oct). Medieval Hearts Series. For My Lady's Heart, (1993/Dec). Shadowheart, (2004/Apr).
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The Medieval Hearts Series: Book One. Laura Kinsale. Letter to my readers. For my lady’s heart: Original Published Version. These old gentle Britons in their days. Dear Readers, Many years ago, I read a medieval poem full of color and adventure about knights and mysterious ladies. It opened up an unknown world to me, a place of wild, dangerous forests and white castles, of mud and glorious spectacle; a time when blackbirds really were baked in pies.
It was a great well of stone, its compass lost in darkness, echoing, with shadows that moved and hulked across the curving wall. A deep horror possessed him. He was in Purgatory; demon-haunted; he had died without shrive or absolution of killing a man. One of the demons counted.