MIDNIGHT MOON by Jeanne Montague


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A generally loopy but busy romantic adventure set in England at the time of the French Revolution, featuring a patient Griselda-type, a very wicked lady of demonic energies, and a clutch of randy gentlemen. Poor cousin Sally seems doomed to spinsterhood and tending the children of her grand passion--Guy, the stunning widower and Lord of Beaumaris Combe--in a household including Guy's imperious mother, brothers nice William and impetuous Denzil, and half brother, bastard Jack. sally's particularly crushed when Guy appears after a long absence, with Lalage, a startlingly beautiful, eerily docile woman he's fished half-dead from the waters off Morocco. Lalage has amnesia and can't remember anything about her origins. Guy becomes infatuated. They marry--and Guy will have an unsettling surprise in the nuptial bed. And why is it that Guy's third daughter--an odd tot who converses with ancient invisible creatures--screams at the bride: ""Blood! There is blood everywhere!"" as they leave the church? The kid's on target of course, but who listens? In the meantime, Sally accepts the proposal of good William, and there continues to be much bustling about in the land. Grey-faced and terrified French aristocrats keep turning up, tempest-toss'd--there's a rescue venture in which Guy and his brothers and a genial American seem involved, and there's much talk about the mysterious Le Fantom, hero of the condemned. Before the happy ending, there'll be some witchy business, while Lalage, shuddering with lust, couples with hapless Denzil--and Jack, a much tougher customer who, when asked if he loves or hates, produces that grand old chestnut that once rattled down Tara's halls: ""I can honestly say, my dear, that I don't give a damn."" There's also a fire, murder and secret society confabs. Predictable and silly, but it slithers easily along.

Pub Date: Sept. 13th, 1985
Publisher: St. Martin's