"Don't let that happen to me." Her words shook. "Don't leave me to be what I'll become without you."
This is a review of the audio book as well as the story itself.
Once
again Laura Kinsale has written an amazing novel, and Nicholas Boulton
has made it real. I can’t even explain what he brings to the stories he
narrates. How he makes the hero and heroine so much more than just
characters in a book. He doesn’t merely read their lines, he exists in
them. The people, their lives, their passions and trials and triumphs…
he becomes them! He makes them living, feeling human beings – flawed, tormented, irredeemable people who I can’t help but fall in love with.
The Story
Leigh’s
need for revenge drives her far from home to La Paire, in the foothills
of the French Alps, seeking the help of the legendary highwayman known
as
le Seigneur du Minuit – The Prince of Midnight. She needs
someone with his strength, his cunning, and his skills at swordplay if
she has any hope of destroying the man that destroyed her family. But
convincing
le Seigneur to help is harder than Leigh anticipated, and so begins a battle of wits and wills.
S.T.
Maitland isn’t the man he once was – not physically or emotionally. As
Leigh’s masquerade unravels and her story comes out, bit by bit, S.T.
knows that her’s is a cause
le Seigneur du Minuit would have
championed. But now, barely able to stand up without falling over, hope
he once had of healing, any high esteem he’d once regarded of himself is
gone, and S.T. doesn’t imagine to be any use to anyone.
My Thoughts
Oh,
what an emotional roller-coaster ride this is! At times I loathed
Leigh, at times I loved her. At times I hated S.T., at times I
worshipped him! From one scene to the next I didn’t know what to expect
from these two equally tortured souls! It’s a heartbreaking, uplifting,
romantic, painfully brilliant story, and that, lovely readers, is why I
was up until the wee hours, listening, unable to close my eyes until the
end.
I’m not usually a fan of high-angst stories, but this one
sucked me in, chewed me up and spit me out - and I loved every minute of
it! I wanted to kill Leigh and S.T. at the same time I couldn’t help
but love them both. I desperately needed them to get their
happily ever after
just as desperately as I wanted them to give up on each other and walk
away. But these words made it all come together for me, made it all
okay...
He tried to pull away, and then suddenly his grip
tightened on her hands. He lifted them to his mouth. "Ah God, you are. .
. you are. . . and what can I give you in return?"
"Give me your
joy, Seigneur." She pressed her forehead against their clasped hands.
"Oh, give me your joy. I can go on alone if I must. I'll endure, oh
yes—I'm too strong to break. And I'll grow old and turn into stone if
you leave me. I'll never look up and see you play with the wolf; I'll
never hear you call me sweet names in French; I'll never learn to beat
you at chess." She shook her head violently. "Please. . . dance with me.
Take me to Italy. Paint me in the ruins at midnight. Give me all your
mad notions and your crazy heroics and your impossible romantical
follies. And I'll be your anchor. I'll be your balance. I'll be your
family. I won't let you fall."
His hands opened. He slipped his fingers over her cheeks, cupping her face between his palms.
She
felt hot tears fill her eyes. "I'm so weary of grief and hate." She
bent her head and stepped away, looking up into his face. "I want a
chance to give you the best of myself, too."
Far off beyond the
lake, a crane made its warbling whoop, exotic and startling against the
background of the harpsichord. He lifted his hand, touched her cheek,
caught the single tear that tumbled down it.
She bit her lip. The
tears came, impossible to stop. "I love you," she said in a cracked
voice. "The truth is, Monseigneur. . . I need you more than you need
me."
He was silent, his hand against her skin, warm against the night air.
"Don't let that happen to me." Her words shook. "Don't leave me to be what I'll become without you."
And
so, in the end, when it was all said and done and I was listening to
those final words of the story, I knew it was right. I knew that even
though their
happily ever after was hard fought, it was so, so well deserved, and that made it right.
Perfect.
Brilliant!