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Chivas (September 1961)
At eleven he was the leader of a gang of child thieves in teeming
fifteenth-century Naples. Without scruples, he had already
set his goals. There were only two kinds of people--those at the top who could reach down
to give him a hand up, and those at the bottom who were convenient stepping stones. Both
kinds he understood perfectly. But neither understood him--until it was too late!"
Historical novel of 15th century Naples, Italy. The story of an 11 year old boy from
the slums and what all he did to achieve a life of luxury.
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he Scrolls of Lysis (December 1962)
Myrrha
was silent except for an occasional obscenity directed at poor Limon as we
staggered to their apartment and into the bedroom where we let our sodden
burden fall onto the wide couch. She was silent, too, as she turned to face
me, then reached up to unfasten the pin that held her chiton and
undergarments. They fell in a pool at her feet.
Set in ancient Greece circa 394 B.C. where Thamus, a smart teenage
scholar with a deformed foot lives on the island of Gyarus. His old teacher
Lysis is an exiled wiseman who has has been writing some serious prophecies
onto scrolls which only ...
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he Duke of Chaos
(April 1964)
Wallenstein was a military genius, though for most of his life
fate conspired against his career. Convinced that his future had been ordained by the
stars, he employed as a personal astrologer a charlatan who was secretly in the pay of his
worst enemies. He sought women, or perhaps it was the other way around, in much the same way that he
sought martial glory. But he had an absolute genius for choosing the wrong ones.
He married several large fortunes, yet dissipated them and died almost penniless. But he
lived his life to the hilt -- in the pursuit of military spoils and the pleasures of the
flesh. It is perhaps debatable at which he was the more adept.
He was a soldier of fortune, one of the best. They called him the Duke of Chaos.
trange Kinship (August
1965)
A wounded Confederate Officer comes from war to a time of
violence and horror. I walked every step of the way, wounded leg and all.
For some the fall of Vicksburg was merely another in a long series of
reversals, but for me it was the end of a senseless struggle that had
forever soured me on the glories of even a gallant war.
What would I find when I got home to Great Bay, the land that I loved razed
by a merciless foe, a town peopled only by ghosts? I'd once had a prospering
cotton shipping business, would the Union gunboats have blasted it out of
the river? And what of my best customer, the arrogant Franeau, and his jewel
of a young wife, Lavinia, whom I secretly coveted though she scarcely knew I
even existed? Would I still find her ensconced in Bocage de Chene, the
loveliest plantation along the entire lenght of the river clear to New
Orleans? No doubt Franeau would have found a way to collaborate with the
Yankees, saving his aristocratic hide and every last one of his numerous
dollars. ... But if I'd known the
grotesque horror that lay before me, I'd have happily turned back into the
jaws of hell!
he Cree From Minataree
(December 1965)
Five men deep in the wilderness. Behind them lay what
civilization there was to be found in New France. Ahead, though only one of them was aware
of it, lurked one of the most bloodthirsty tribes in all of the Great Lakes area. Their
mission was to chart and explore unknown territory -- and only four would return. Who
would be left behind?
The leader of the expedition, the Frenchman named Daniel Greysolon, the one
all Indians respectfully called Duluth? The half-breed, Arnaud Brulé, the
best scout in alle the New World, though his father had been the traitor who
betrayed France to the British?
Jean Golieur, run out of Paris as an enemy of the Crown, who was more at
home in a court boudoir than in the wilderness? The fat one from the slums
of Paris, Charles Pepon, cutthroat, purse snatcher, murderer? Or Duluth's
young, spoiled and pampered brother, Claude, a womanizer who hated all
savages, save for the one in whose arms he found temporary surcease.
he
Passionate Queen (June 1966)
The Passionate Queen: Margaret Of Anjou. The novel of a determined woman's fierce struggle to
protect the crown of England.
The Queen came to her loyal chevalier, Jean Bouton of Chinon, in the midst
of battle.
"I swear to you, Jean," she said, "all I've done I did first for Henry's
good an then my son's."
"We all know that," Jean said, "even your enemies."
"They do?" she asked. "They call me Captain Marguerite and say I use my body
to enslave men so they'll obey my terrible commands."
Margaret moved closer to the pallet where Jean lay, her hands at the
fastening of her robe.
"Ah, Jean," she whispered, "help me to forgot all this blood and treachery,
just for this one night. Forget you're a wounded knight-at-arms and I'm the
queen. Now, right now, we're young and hot for love and so we do this and
this and this..."
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