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It is the year of the Great Conjunction, the year the powerful planets of Saturn and Jupiter align to herald the end of one age and the dawn of another, and the streets of London are abuzz with predictions of Queen Elizabeth’s death. When one of the queen’s ladies is found dead amidst rumors of black magic, Elizabeth calls upon Giordano Bruno to solve the crimes, along with the help of her personal astrologer, John Dee. But while Dee turns to a mysterious medium claiming knowledge of the murders, Bruno fears that something far more sinister is at work.
- Sales Rank: #447791 in Books
- Brand: Parris, S. J.
- Published on: 2012-05-01
- Released on: 2012-05-01
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 7.99" h x .82" w x 5.18" l, .65 pounds
- Binding: Paperback
- 384 pages
- Used Book in Good Condition
Review
“Giordano Bruno turns out to be that rare hero, charismatic and nuanced.” —Matthew Pearl, author of The Dante Club
“An outstanding historical thriller. . . . The suspenseful search for the murderer and the conspirators behind him makes the pages fly by.” —Publishers Weekly (starred review)
“As in Heresy, Parris has crafted a cracking good suspense yarn, with twists and turns enough to satisfy the most exacting fan of the spy thriller.” —The Free Lance-Star (Fredericksburg, VA)
“Parris’s plot is well crafted and full of surprises, an imaginatively satisfying addition to the many real intrigues surrounding the imprisoned Mary Stuart and the threats to Elizabeth’s security.” —The Times (London)
“The characters in Prophecy are richly drawn, especially the intelligent, politically moderate French ambassador, whose kindness to Bruno, a spy in his house, pains Bruno's conscience. Woven into the vividly authentic historical setting is a flamboyant fictional murder mystery. . . . Both sophisticated and gripping.” —Historical Novels
“If you don’t already know and love Parris’ historical thrillers, try this one.” —New York Daily News
“Parris takes on the smells, the bells, the very essence of a great city afraid of the unknown and awaiting catastrophe.” —The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
“Tense and lively, a welcome follow-up to Heresy, fully living up to its predecessor’s promise.” —The Daily Mail (London)
“The cross-genre blend of serial killer and historical fiction is a bold one. . . . Prophecy boasts . . . fast-paced, densely plotted thrills.” —The Observer (London)
“Readers will hear the sounds of Elizabethan England, smell the Thames River, taste the food and feel the luxurious fabrics of the clothes worn by courtiers.” —Kirkus Reviews
“Parris’s compelling combination of history with drama is always balanced as she instills her hero with a generous handful of good fortune.” —Curled Up With a Good Book
About the Author
S. J. PARRIS is the author of Heresy and a contributing journalist for various publications, including the Observer and the Guardian.
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Chapter 1
Barn Elms, House of
Sir Francis Walsingham.
21st September, Year of Our Lord 1583
The wedding feast of Sir Philip Sidney and Frances Walsingham threatens to spill over into the next day; dusk has fallen, lamps have been lit, and above the din from the musicians in the gallery and the laughter of the guests, the young woman with whom I have been dancing tells me excitedly that she was once at a marriage party that lasted four days altogether. She leans in close when she says this and presses her hand to my shoulder; her breath is laced with sweet wine. The musicians strike up another galliard; my dancing partner exclaims with delight and clutches eagerly at my hand, laughing. I am about to protest that the hall is warm, that I would like a cup of wine and a moment’s respite in the fresh air before I return to the fray, but I have barely opened my mouth when the wind is knocked out of me by a fist between the shoulder blades, accompanied by a hearty cry.
“Giordano Bruno! Now what is this I see? The great philosopher throwing off his scholar’s gown and lifting a leg with the flower of Her Majesty’s court? Did you learn to dance like that at the monastery? Your hidden talents never cease to astonish me, amico mio.”
Recovering my balance, I turn, smiling widely. Here is the bridegroom in all his finery, six feet tall and flushed with wine and triumph: breeches of copper-coloured silk so voluminous it is a wonder he can pass through a doorway; doublet of ivory sewn all over with seed pearls; a lace ruff at his neck so severely starched that his handsome, beardless face seems constantly straining to see above it, like a small boy peering over a wall. His hair still sticks up in the front like a schoolboy hastened out of bed. In all the tumult I have not exchanged a word with him since the morning’s ceremony, he and his young bride have been so comprehensively surrounded by high- ranking well-wishers and relatives, all the highest ornaments of Her Majesty’s court.
“Well,” he says, grinning broadly, “aren’t you going to congratulate me, then, or are you just here for the food from my table?”
“Your father-in-law’s table, I had thought,” I answer, laughing. “Or which part of the feast did you buy yourself?”
“You can leave your debating-hall pedantry at home today, Bruno. But I hope you have had enough meat and drink?”
“There is enough meat and drink here to feed the five thousand.” I indicate the two long tables at each end of the great hall, spread with the detritus of the wedding banquet. “You will be eating leftovers for weeks.”
“Oh, you may be sure Sir Francis will see to that,” Sidney says. “Today, generosity; tomorrow—thrift. But come, Bruno. You have no idea how it pleases me that you are here.” He holds his arms wide and I embrace him with sincere affection; I am the perfect height to have his ruff smack me directly in the nose.
“Watch the clothes,” he says, only half joking. “Bruno, allow me to introduce you to my uncle Robert Dudley, Earl of Leicester.”
He steps back and gestures to the man who stands a few feet away, at his shoulder; a man of about Sidney’s own height, perhaps in his mid- fifties but still athletic, his hair steel grey at the temples but his face fine-boned and handsome behind his close-clipped beard. This man regards me with watchful brown eyes.
“My lord.”
I bow deeply, acknowledging the honour; the Earl of Leicester is one of the highest nobles in England and the man who enjoys greater influence over Queen Elizabeth than any alive. I raise my head and meet his shrewd appraisal. It is rumoured that in their youth he was the queen’s only lover, and that even now their long-enduring friendship is more intimate than most marriages. He smiles, and there is warmth in his gaze.
“Doctor Bruno, the pleasure is mine. When I learned of your courage in Oxford I was eager to make your acquaintance and thank you in person.” Here he lowers his voice; Leicester is the chancellor of the University of Oxford, charged with enforcing the measures to suppress the Catholic resistance among the students. That the movement had gathered so much momentum on his watch had been a matter of some embarrassment to him; my adventures with Sidney there in the spring had helped to disarm it, at least temporarily. I am about to reply when we are interrupted by a man dressed in a russet doublet, with a peasecod belly so vast it makes him look as if he is with child; the earl nods politely to me and I turn back to Sidney.
“My uncle likes the idea of you. He’s keen to hear more of your outrageous theories about the universe.” I must look anxious, because he elbows me cheerfully in the ribs. “Leicester’s friendship is worth a great deal.”
“I am glad to have met him,” I say, rubbing my side. “And may I now pay my respects to your bride?”
Sidney looks around, as if for someone to deal with this request.
“I daresay she is around somewhere. Giggling with her ladies.” He does not sound as if he is in a hurry to find her. “But you are needed elsewhere.”
He turns and bows to my companion, who has discreetly withdrawn a couple of paces to watch us from under lowered lids, her hands modestly clasped together. “I am borrowing the great Doctor Bruno for a moment. I will return him to you at some stage. There will be more dancing after the masques.” The girl blushes, smiles shyly at me, and obediently melts away into the brightly coloured, rustling mass of guests. Sidney looks after her with an expression of amusement. “Lady Arabella Horton has her sights set on you, it seems. Don’t be fooled by all the fluttering lashes and simpering. Half the court has been there. And she will soon lose interest when she learns you are the son of a soldier, with no capital but your wit and a pittance from the King of France.”
“I was not planning to tell her that immediately.”
“Did you tell her you were a monk for thirteen years?”
“We had not got around to that, either.”
“She might like that—might want to help you make up for lost time. But for now, Bruno, my new father-in-law suggests you might like to take a turn in the garden.”
“I have not yet had the chance to congratulate him.”
But it is clear that this is business. Sidney rests a hand on my shoulder.
“No one has. Do you know, he disappeared for two hours altogether this afternoon to draft some papers? In the middle of his own daughter’s wedding party?” He smiles indulgently, as if he must tolerate these foibles, though we both know that Sidney is in no position to complain; financially, he needed this marriage more than young Mistress Walsingham, who I suspect entertains greater romantic hopes of it than her new husband.
“I suppose the great machinery of state must keep turning.”
“Indeed. And now it is your turn to grease the wheels. Go to him. I shall find you later.”
On all sides we are pressed by those who wish to congratulate the bridegroom; they jostle, aggressively smiling and attempting to shake his hand. In the mêlée I slip away toward the door.
Outside, the night air is hard-edged with the first frost of autumn and the grounds are quiet, a welcome relief from the celebrations inside. In the knot garden close to the house, lanterns have been lit and couples walk the neatly cultivated paths, murmuring, their heads close together. Even in the shadows, I can see that Sir Francis Walsingham is not to be found here. Stretching my arms, I strain my head back to gaze up at the sky, the constellations picked out in bright silver against the ink-blue of the heavens, their arrangement different here from the sky above Naples where I first learned the star patterns as a boy.
I reach the end of the path and still there is no sign of him, so I set off across the open expanse of lawn, away from the lit paths, toward an area of woodland that borders the cultivated part of the garden at the back of Walsingham’s country house. As I walk, a lean shape gathers substance out of the shadows and falls into step beside me. He seems made of the night; I have never seen Walsingham wear any suit other than black, not even today, at his daughter’s wedding, and he still wears his close-fitting black velvet skullcap, which makes his face yet more severe. He is past fifty now and I have heard he has been ill this last month—one of the protracted bouts of illness that confines him to his bed for days at a time, though if you enquire after his health he swats the question away with a flick of his hand, as if he hasn’t the time to consider such trifles. This man, Queen Elizabeth Tudor’s principal secretary of state, though he may not seem an imposing figure at first glance, holds the security of England in his hands. Walsingham has created a network of spies and informers that stretches across Europe to the land of the Turks in the east and the colonies of the New World in the west, and the intelligence they bring him is the queen’s first line of defence against the myriad Catholic plots to take her life. More remarkably still, he seems to hold all this intelligence in his own mind, and can pluck any information he requires at will.
I had arrived in England six months earlier, at the beginning of spring, sent by my patron King Henri III of France to stay for a while with his ambassador in London in order to spare me the attentions of the Catholic extremists who were gathering support in Paris, led by the Duke of Guise. I had barely been in England a fortnight when Walsingham asked to meet me, my long-standing enmity with Rome a...
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16 of 16 people found the following review helpful.
Murky murder mysteries and complex catholic conspiracies
By Andrew Johnston
I thoroughly enjoyed S J Parris' first novel, Heresy, likening it to a Tudor Inspector Morse tale, and was delighted to be offered the chance to review a pre-publication copy of this second story starring the same protagonists.
In this story the heretical monk, Giordano Bruno, is back at the French Embassy in Elizabethan London, where he is drawn rapidly into both a catholic conspiracy to invade England, and a related murder mystery when two of the queen's ladies in waiting meet very sticky ends.
The style is very similar to the first book, with Bruno trying to both uncover the truths about the murders, and navigate complex relationships with the other characters. The tale is again told in the first person, but here it makes a bit more sense as you get to understand Bruno's concerns, guilt and frustrations, and the motivation for some of his deeds.
I loved the period detail, particularly the descriptions of Elizabethan versions of well-known London locations. In this book Parris also makes much more use of actual events and personalities, such as Francis Walsingham, William Cecil and John Dee. I could almost hear some of the dialogue being spoken by Geoffrey Rush and Richard Attenborough.
The story is a real page-turner with a steady pace which kept my attention right to the end. However, if I have a slight criticism, it's that some plot twists, such as the murderer's identity, seemed to be signalled very early, while at other times key actions were taken by characters who had not been introduced.
These are minor failings, and overall this is a very enjoyable romp. I look forwards to Bruno's next outing.
5 of 5 people found the following review helpful.
Superb Second Effort: Parris is in the first rank of today's mystery thriller writers
By Laurence R. Bachmann
Prophecy by S.J. Parris is positive proof that the author's earlier novel, Heresy was no fluke. As in her first work, Parris takes an intriguing premise, this time the 1583 Conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn (which occur only once every 1,000 years or so) and lets it be the springboard for mayhem and intrigue. To fervid Catholics the Great Conjunction heralds the dawn of a new era, one without Elizabeth and one they will go to almost any length to realize.
Giordano Bruno the monk, turned philosopher, turned spy, is once again enormously appealing and sympathetic. Some have complained that emotion and personal dislikes affect his opinion. For me this only makes him more believable and intriguing. Who doesn't let their personal opinions impact their judgment? And what man doesn't sometimes think with his nether regions? In addition to an intricate but thoroughly plausible plot, Parris has fashioned a hero that is a humanist, humane and very very human.
In addition to the complex plotting and twists galore, the depiction of Bruno is most effective--even touching. His escape from the Inquisition and the necessity of making his mark in a Protestant country have not diminished his ethics and the twinges of shame for his betrayal of his sponsors Henri of France and his ambassador to England. Admirably he recognizes these flaws, but realistically his ambition and desire to make his mark will trump all compunctions.
With both Heresy and Prophecy I have managed to be half right guessing Parris' villain(s). Perhaps her third will be my charm, but whether I do or not it will not diminish the tremendous appeal of this terrific series.
5 of 5 people found the following review helpful.
Good
By Violet Yates- Author- Women's Lit
I liked this book, although I had a hard time getting into it at first. It had a good plot, but it seemed to move very slowly in the first half of the book, then at breakneck speed during the second half. The prologue is a bit confusing; I am not really into astrology: this book gets very technical about astrology- signs and symbols that I do not have prior knowledge of- so it makes it difficult to follow at times. I have a feeling that this is the second book in a series, because some of the narrative seems to speak of Bruno's past that the reader should be aware of. I felt lost at times, not knowing what Bruno's actual position is with Walsingham- I didn't realize that Walsingham had recruited Bruno to officially `spy' for him and the Queen until the last part of the book.
With that said, however, I did enjoy the story as a whole. I liked the intrigue and suspense; I always enjoy a good murder mystery as long as it isn't too gory. The history is accurate, from what I can tell; I studied the Renaissance era in college quite extensively and the writer uses terms from the period. I did notice that she uses some terms of speech that may not have been a part of the era, like when Bruno gets jumped, he later replies, "You should have seen the other guy." I think that is modern. Maybe she was attempting to modernize it a bit, and if so, that's okay. It just seemed a bit jarring to me.
If the opportunity presented itself, I would read more of S.J. Parris, but I would probably wait until I had time on my hands- it took me a month to read this, because it was so detailed, and I normally read much faster.
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