Dark Angel

Dark Angel (1994) Tracy Grant (Lescaut Quartet)

Set in Spain and England in 1813

Caroline had not understood why he chose instead to go to India as private secretary to a private citizen of scholarly bent who could offer him no hope of riches or advancement. “The Company don’t employ men of mixed blood,” her father had told her, and those few harsh words had shattered her view of a world that was rational and kind.

“What do you think, Durward?” Forbes asked. “You’ve lived among the natives.”

Adam’s face was still expressionless, but his eyes had darkened. Caroline felt the tension coiled tight within him. “You’ll have to forgive me,” he said in a level voice. “Being a native myself, I’m really not qualified to answer that question.” He stood and looked at Captain Brixton. “If you’ll excuse me, sir, I think I’ll take the air.”

“Will everyone in England speak English, Mama?”

“Nearly everyone,” Caroline told her.

Emily giggled, as if the thought of a place where everyone spoke English was extremely funny.

“Elena’s going to make me look like a lady,” Emily said. “Then we can play marbles.”

Publisher : NYLA

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