By Sarah Bower
A infamous Duke An notorious Duchess An blameless woman Violante isn't really alleged to be right here, in a single of the grandest courts of Renaissance Italy. She isn't really purported to be a lady-in-waiting to the attractive Lucrezia Borgia. however the similar secretive politics that driven Lucrezia's father to the Vatican have landed Violante deep in a lavish panorama of ardour and ambition. Violante discovers a Lucrezia unknown to those that see just a scheming harlot, and all of the whispers approximately her brother, Cesare Borgia, by no means published the soul of the fellow who dances shut with Violante. yet those that input the home of Borgia are by no means rather an analogous after they leave-if they go away in any respect. Violante's position in historical past will try out her middle and depart her the father or mother of risky secrets and techniques she needs to hold to the grave. What Readers Are asserting "Glittering, stunning, compelling, and stunning." "A richly pleasant old novel. It merits prizes." (20110124)
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Josepha is still a child. And a son…well, it’s different. If you go with Donna Lucrezia, she will be able to find you a husband among the nobility, a man of standing and good fortune who will keep you…safe,” he finished lamely. “Duke Ercole apparently approves the idea that his daughter-in-law should have a reformed Jewess among her ladies to whom she can give religious guidance and instruction. ” Now I laughed, though my laughter was harsh and humourless. “Me? Receive religious instruction from Lucrezia Borgia?
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Bower, Sarah. Sins of the House of Borgia / by Sarah Bower. p. cm. 1. Young women—Italy—Fiction. 2. Household employees—Fiction. 3. Borgia, Lucrezia, 1480-1519—Fiction. 4. -1507—Fiction. 5. Alexander VI, Pope, 1431-1503—Fiction. 6. Italy—History—1492-1559—Fiction. 7. Nobility—Papal States—Fiction. 8. Popes—Fiction. I. Title. 92--dc22 2010048515 CONTENTS Front Cover Title Page Copyright Prologue The Book of Esther Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 The Book of Broken Promises Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 The Book of Gideon Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 The Book of Love Chapter 1 Epilogue Afterword Acknowledgments About the Author Back Cover The past doesn’t change, of course; it lies behind you, petrified, immutable.
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