A Dangerous Inheritance: A Novel of Tudor Rivals and the Secret of the Tower

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In this engrossing novel of historical suspense, New York Times bestselling author Alison Weir tells the dramatic intertwined stories of two women—Katherine Grey and Kate Plantagenet—separated by time but linked by twin destinies . . . . involving the mysterious tragic fate of the young Princes in the Tower.
 
When her older sister, Lady Jane Grey, the Nine Days’ Queen, is executed in 1554 for unlawfully accepting the English crown, Lady ...

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Overview

In this engrossing novel of historical suspense, New York Times bestselling author Alison Weir tells the dramatic intertwined stories of two women—Katherine Grey and Kate Plantagenet—separated by time but linked by twin destinies . . . . involving the mysterious tragic fate of the young Princes in the Tower.
 
When her older sister, Lady Jane Grey, the Nine Days’ Queen, is executed in 1554 for unlawfully accepting the English crown, Lady Katherine Grey’s world falls apart. Barely recovered from this tragic loss she risks all for love, only to incur the wrath of her formidable cousin Queen Elizabeth I, who sees Katherine as a rival for her insecure throne.
 
Interlaced with Katherine’s story is that of her distant kinswoman Kate Plantagenet, the bastard daughter of Richard III, the last Plantagenet king. In 1483, Kate travels to London for Richard’s coronation, and her world changes forever.
 
Kate loves her father, but before long she hears terrible rumors about him that threaten all she holds dear. Like Katherine Grey, she falls in love with a man who is forbidden to her. Then Kate embarks on what will become a perilous quest, covertly seeking the truth about what befell her cousins the Princes in the Tower, who may have been victims of Richard III’s lust for power. But time is not on Kate’s side, or on Katherine’s.
 
Katherine finds herself a prisoner in the Tower of London, the sinister fortress that overshadowed the lives of so many royal figures, including the boy princes. Will Elizabeth demand the full penalty for treason? And what secrets will Katherine find hidden within the Tower walls?
 
Alison Weir’s new novel is a page-turning story set within a framework of fascinating historical authenticity. In this rich and layered tapestry, Katherine and Kate discover that possessing royal blood can prove to be a dangerous inheritance.
 
PRAISE FOR ALISON WEIR
 
Captive Queen
 
“Should be savored . . . Weir wastes no time captivating her audience.”—Seattle Post-Intelligencer
 
The Lady Elizabeth
 
“Intrigue and maneuverings. Scandal. Schemers and innocents put to death. [This] history of Tudor England is an engrossing story. . . . Weir marries conjecture with what is known about the life of Elizabeth I from childhood to coronation, and it makes for ripping good reading.”—Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
 
Innocent Traitor
 
“Splendid . . . In giving narrative voice to her subjects Alison Weir brings us into emotional contact with them in a way that an unadorned historical account does not.”—Boston Sunday Globe

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Editorial Reviews

Library Journal
Weir's fourth work of historical fiction (after Captive Queen) will leave readers craving more. This fantastic novel revolves around the dark role played by the Tower of London in the lives of four royal prisoners: Katherine Haute (bastard daughter of Richard, Duke of Gloucester), Lady Katherine Grey (sister to the nine-day Queen Jane), and the boy princes Edward and Richard. Weir follows the two "Kates" from their momentous beginnings, the former when her father becomes king and the latter when her sister is crowned queen, to their inglorious ends after the social fall and demise of their families. Tying the two stories together is the women's desire to know what truly happened to the "princes in the tower," imprisoned there by their uncle, Richard III. VERDICT With its evident in-depth research and creative twists, this tale of two women trying to make sense of the power of the English crown, particularly as it relates to their own fate, is nothing short of riveting. [Academic and library marketing—Ed.]—Audrey M. Jones, Arlington, VA
Kirkus Reviews
A curiously structured historical whodunit by Tudor doyenne Weir (Henry VIII, 2001, etc.). There's a certain kind of historical obsessive, found mostly in Britain laboring alongside the Earl of Oxford vs. Shakespeare set, who argues that Richard III had nothing but love for the tykes known as the "boy princes" whom he shut away in the Tower of London, the Abu Ghraib of the late Middle Ages, from whom nary a peep would emerge again. A person of such a bent might wax wroth, to be sure, on reading Weir's imaginative view of events. Other readers will wonder at her narrative strategy, bracketed by the points of view of two women separated by a century: Lady Jane Grey's sister Katherine on one hand, and Kate Plantagenet on the other. Both young women, scarcely teenagers when thrust into the limelight, are bound up in the intrigues so beloved of royals and nobles back in the day; both wind up doing time in the pokey, where they have ample leisure to ponder the fates of the young boys. Weir's tendency to didacticism sometimes slows what is already a complex tale, and the proceedings can be a little talky; just so, the interweaving of the tales of the two Kates doesn't always quite work. Still, no one alive knows as much about the Tudors as Weir; her historical facts and speculations alike are watertight, and any reader of Hilary Mantel's excellent Tudor evocations will want to explore this book as well. Weir's language is often as glorious as the tongue back in those endlessly inventive days: "Through the enticement of your whoredom, you sought to entrap me with some poisoned bait under the color of sugared friendship." Zounds! Did Richard III do in or merely discourage--" ‘suppressed,' mark you, not murdered"--his youngster kin? Read on.
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“Highly compelling [with] plenty to keep readers enthralled.”—Historical Novel Review
 
“A page turner . . . too juicy to put down . . . Alison Weir’s strong suit as a fiction writer is making her novels living history.”—The Courier-Journal
 
“With its evident in-depth research and creative twists, this tale of two women trying to make sense of the power of the English crown . . . is nothing short of riveting.”—Library Journal (starred review)
 
“No one alive knows as much about the Tudors as Weir. . . . Any reader of Hilary Mantel’s excellent Tudor evocations will want to explore this book as well.”—Kirkus Reviews
 
“Stunning . . . A richly layered cake of love, sex, danger, death, and mystery.”—Sunday Express (UK)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345511898
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 10/2/2012
  • Pages: 544
  • Sales rank: 573,369
  • Product dimensions: 6.36 (w) x 9.32 (h) x 1.72 (d)

Meet the Author

Alison Weir

Alison Weir is the New York Times bestselling author of the novels Captive Queen, Innocent Traitor, and The Lady Elizabeth and several historical biographies, including Mary Boleyn, The Lady in the Tower, Mistress of the Monarchy, Henry VIII, Eleanor of Aquitaine, The Life of Elizabeth I, and The Six Wives of Henry VIII. She lives in Surrey, England, with her husband.

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Weir / A DANGEROUS INHERITANCE

Part One

Acts of Usurpation

Katherine

May 25, 1553; Durham House, London

Today is our wedding day. My sister Jane and I are to be married; all has been arranged so that the one ceremony will serve for both the daughters of my lord the Duke of Suffolk and my lady the duchess. It has come upon us so quickly that I have scarce had time to catch my breath, and am somewhat stunned to find myself standing in this royally appointed bedchamber being decked out in my bridal robes.

Below the latticed windows the River Thames, busy with craft and the shouts of boatmen, glides swiftly past London toward the distant sea. There is the usual whiff of fish, mud, and rotting stuff in the warm air, but the light breeze that stirs the heavy damask curtains and caresses my skin is pleasant, and faintly redolent of the flowers in the formal gardens that cluster below around Durham House.

We stand like statues as our nurse, Mrs. Ellen, and our tirewoman, Bridget, fuss around us, pins in their mouths, hands fiddling with points and laces, dressing us in such finery as I have never possessed, while our mother looks on, hawklike, screeching orders.

“Stand still, Jane! And try to look happy. His Majesty has been most generous in his provision for you, and in finding you such bridegrooms. You would not wish word to get back to him that you are ungrateful, I am sure.”

Jane looks mutinous as the heavy gown of gold and silver brocade is lowered over her head.

“He knows that I did not want this marriage,” she says defiantly. “And it is my lord of Northumberland whom I have to thank for it. King Edward might rule England, but my lord rules the King.”

My mother would like to strike her, I am sure, but even she would not send a daughter to her wedding with bruises on her flesh. Instead she contents herself with tugging Jane’s wedding gown none too gently into place over her kirtle, and arranging the heavy skirts and train, which are exquisitely embroidered with diamonds and pearls.

“You will keep your opinions to yourself, my little madam, and remember your duty to the King, to me and your father, and to the Duke of Northumberland, who is to become your father-in-law this day. Rest assured, you would not be getting wed if the King did not wish it. Now, let me look at you.”

Jane stands awkwardly as our mother inspects her. She told me last night, not for the first time, that she despises outward finery; as a virtuous Protestant maiden, she insists on wearing sober, modest garments of black and white, which infuriates our mother, who is given to lavish attire. I can see that Jane is uncomfortable in more ways than one in her rich gold and silver brocade, with its low square neckline that reveals the slight swell of her small breasts.

I would give much to go forth to my wedding in such a dress, but I am the younger sister, and therefore not as important. Never mind that, unlike the spirited Jane, I am obedient, biddable, and—so my mother says—the beauty of the family, and (which she never says) clearly her favorite, I must always come second. I am second now, my marriage less important than Jane’s, my gown of silver tissue banded with crimson velvet and pearls less costly; but as I catch sight of myself in the mirror, with my long strawberry-gold hair falling in glossy ripples down my back, my cheeks pinkly flushed, my blue eyes shining, and the tight cut of the pointed bodice outlining my slender figure, I know that I do not need more lavish finery to compete with my sister.

We are close, as sisters should be, but there has always been a healthy rivalry between us. Jane, my elder by four years, is the naughty, intransigent child, and I am the meek and dutiful one. Not for me the nips, slaps, and pinches that Jane frequently has to endure for this or that supposed misdemeanor, or for not doing what she was told as perfectly as God made the world. She could never please our parents. Everything she did or said laid her open to their criticism. Poor Jane; I have often seen her run weeping to our beloved tutor, gentle Master Aylmer, for some respite from their harshness. Yet for me, the less clever but prettier daughter, there have been but mild reproofs and even occasional praise.

I was a quiet child, happy to bask in my brilliant sister’s light, and it suited me to behave well, because I was timid and shy, and wanted as easy a life as possible. If doing so earned me the kindness of my fearsome mother, and spared me the rigor she showed to my unsatisfactory sister, then I was content. But as I grew older, it began to dawn on me that our mother was unnecessarily unkind to Jane, and did not love her, and I grew more protective toward my older sibling.

So I am sorry to see her looking so miserable, standing there in her unwanted finery, a frown on her plain, freckled face, as Mrs. Ellen combs her long red hair. Mrs. Ellen is dear and kind; she loves Jane much more than our mother does, and has stood up for her on many occasions; but my mother rarely takes any notice of anything that Mrs. Ellen says. She is a servant, beneath her notice.

Jane should be rejoicing that being married will enable her to escape, for she should be mistress of her own household very soon, although matters have proceeded so fast that nothing has been said of that yet. But she says she is merely changing one form of bondage for another. To me, it seems a wondrous thing to be married—and I hope she will find it so, although I fear she is resolved not to. I shall miss her, my dearest sister; what will her life be like without me there to comfort her?

Jane was supposed to be a boy, the son and heir who would inherit our parents’ titles and estates, and their ambitions. For royal blood runs in my mother’s veins, and she and my father have ever had the crown within their sights; indeed, my mother is next in line to the throne after the King’s half sisters, the Lady Mary and the Lady Elizabeth, although—with them likely being in good health and to marry—the prospect of her ever succeeding is remote. It took me a long time to understand that my mother’s unkindness toward Jane was born of disappointment in her being the wrong sex. After that, nothing she ever did was right.

Once, there had been an ambitious plan to marry her to King Edward and make her Queen. I know little of how it was to work out—only that not very long ago our parents suddenly abandoned the idea and agreed to these new marriages.

Poor Jane. She did not want to marry Lord Guilford Dudley; in fact, she had railed bitterly against it. All in vain. Our furious mother beat her into submission, shrieking that the marriage was highly advantageous for our family, while our father looked on, steely-eyed. “How could an alliance with the Dudleys ever be advantageous?” Jane cried, cowering under the blows.

“You will find out!” spat my lady. “Just do—as—you—are—told!” Each word was accompanied by a snap of the whip.

It was different for me. Last month my lord and lady summoned me to the great chamber at our house at Sheen, where I found my mother seated by the hearth and my father standing with his back to the fire, his hunting dogs at his feet. They smiled at me as I rose from my curtsey and stood respectfully before them.

“Katherine, you will be pleased to know that your father has arranged a marriage for you,” my mother said, her sharp features wearing a benign expression as she fixed her gaze on her lord. Her deference to him is a sop to his vanity and the conventions, for it is no secret that he is quite content to be ruled by her, his royal wife, in all things.

The news was a complete surprise to me. At twelve, I had not expected to be wed for some years yet, and was rendered quite speechless, which my parents mercifully took for obedient consent.

“You are young, it is true, to be a wife,” my father said, “but you are of age, and this match pleases us well. Above all, it will be of great benefit to the realm.”

Benefit to the realm? What was he talking about? Surely I, unimportant little Lady Katherine Grey, had no place in the high affairs of the kingdom?

“Why, the child is struck dumb!” my mother laughed. “Are you so overcome by your good fortune, Katherine?”

“I thank you, sir, madam,” I stammered.

My mother turned to my father, crowing, “You see, Henry? I told you she would be more biddable by far than Jane.”

“I am relieved to see it,” he replied with feeling. He loathes disruption, and having lost patience with Jane for making so much trouble over her betrothal, he had been difficult to live with for days.

“Well, Katherine, I expect you are waiting to hear the name of the fortunate young man who is to be your husband,” he was saying.

“Yes, sir, I am.”

My father put his hand into his doublet and pulled out a small, delicate oval object rimmed in bright gold.

“Behold!” he said, and gave it to me. It was a miniature portrait of a young man wearing russet clothing; he had brown curls, merry eyes, and a pleasant, open face. The gold letters on the blue background proclaimed, in Latin, that he was in his sixteenth year.

I am innocent of life, yet old enough to have looked blushingly on a handsome youth with interest; and when I gazed upon the comely features of my future betrothed, something stirred within me, and I was suddenly suffused with happiness. I had been taught that my duty would be to love the husband chosen for me, but this was a face I could love with no thought of duty.

I looked up at my waiting parents and found my voice.

“Sir, madam, I could not have asked for a more handsome gentleman for a husband. Thank you, oh, thank you!”

They beamed at me.

“Don’t you want to know who he is?” my father chuckled.

“Yes, sir, please . . . Who is he?”

“Henry, Lord Herbert, son and heir to the Earl of Pembroke. The Herberts are an old and noble family. One day you will be my lady the Countess of Pembroke. It’s an excellent match.”

“It is indeed,” added my mother, “and I am gratified to see that you are suitably grateful. You’re a good girl, Katherine.”

“May I ask a question?” I ventured.

“You may,” said my father.

“Sir, I understand why you are pleased to be marrying me to Lord Herbert, for he is a fine gentleman and will make me a countess. But you said earlier that this match would be of great benefit to the realm. I do not understand.”

“This marriage pleases my lord of Northumberland, and binds us to his affinity. Pembroke is a great and influential nobleman, and an alliance with him is much to our advantage.”

“And I am certain that he sees it as being much to his advantage too, to be allied with our royal blood,” my mother added dryly. “Katherine, you may rest content that your marriage will please many people, including the King himself.”

“It is to take place as soon as possible,” my lord informed me. “We are planning a double wedding with Jane and Guilford. But first you must meet your bridegroom.”

It was arranged that my lord of Pembroke and his son should visit us in our new house, the former priory of the Charterhouse, at Sheen, which was granted to my father by the King earlier this year. Its splendid redbrick buildings and courts are dominated by a solid square tower with battlements, and it nestles close beside the River Thames amid the gentle wooded hills of Surrey.

When King Edward succeeded and England was proclaimed a Protestant kingdom, my parents ardently embraced the new faith. My father had profited well from King Harry’s break with Rome and the closure of the monasteries: he got not only Sheen, and before that the Minories in London, but also Bradgate in Charnwood Forest, where he built us a grand house on the ruins of an abbey.

My parents keep great state at Sheen, which is arrayed with the very best in tapestries, Turkish carpets, displays of gold and silver plate, and gilded furniture, such as would impress even the King himself. And on the day when the Herberts were due to arrive, my mother decreed that I should be nobly decked out too, just as Jane had been when my lord of Northumberland had brought his son Guilford on a similar occasion.

That had not gone well. Jane did not trouble to hide her aversion to Guilford, whom I thought a handsome but stupid youth. He too clearly had no inclination for the marriage. That was the first occasion on which I met John Dudley, Duke of Northumberland, the man who rules England as Lord President of the Council while my cousin King Edward is a minor, and I was overawed by the cold and arrogant manner of this great lord. His very bearing exudes power; and yet, young as I might be, I sensed that there lurked a ruthless spirit beneath the urbane courtier.

He is not liked. My father is much in Northumberland’s confidence, and active in the government of the kingdom, but I’ve heard my parents call the duke an upstart, a greedy and grasping knave, and scorn him as the son of an executed traitor—but only when they were not aware that I was listening. Since breaking the news of Jane’s betrothal, they have loudly praised his virtues as a husband and father, his statecraft, his courtesy, and his exploits in the tiltyard.

But outward appearances are not always what they seem, especially among great folk. The very attitude of my parents toward Northumberland has shown me that a man or woman may say fair words outwardly, yet utter something quite different in private. I suspect that my father might merely be feigning friendship with Northumberland while using him for his own ends, for sure it is that an alliance with the duke is the fastest way to advancement in this kingdom.

I instantly disliked the man. I was almost beneath his notice, thank goodness: he was too puffed up with his own importance even to acknowledge me beyond a courtesy bow; and he was plainly simmering with anger at Jane’s sullen reception of his son. My parents were all false gaiety and bonhomie, but later, when the guests had gone, they bared their teeth and snarled at my sister, who was sent to bed without supper for her discourtesy.

But today would be different, I was sure, for I was very happy to be betrothed to the fine young man in the miniature, and most eager to meet him. I could barely stand still for impatience as Mrs. Ellen laced me into my yellow velvet gown with its neckline edged with delicate gold filigree beads and cutwork embroidery, its full skirts spread gracefully over a wide farthingale and a kirtle of crimson silk. She reproved me for fidgeting as she adjusted my oversleeves, clasped the chain of my scented pomander around my waist, and brushed my hair till it shone.

“No hood today,” she decreed. “You must wear your hair loose, as becomes a maiden.”

The effect in the mirror she held up was very pleasing, and I was thrilled that Lord Herbert—I could not yet think of him as Henry—would see me looking so fine on our first meeting.

The day being warm, we had thrown open the parlor windows to let in the light, fresh breeze from the river. The long oak table had been spread with a crisp white cloth and laid with silver candlesticks and an array of gold plate laden with cold meats and raised pies, tarts both savory and sweet, and tall pyramids of fruit, with great ewers of Venetian glass full of good wine. There were bowls of sweet-smelling flower petals on the side table, and fragrant herbs scattered along the tablecloth.

My mother bustled about in her silken gown, hectoring the ser- vants to ensure that no small detail should be overlooked. My father, who had gone out hunting at dawn, had been sent upstairs to change into his noblest apparel, and was now sprawling elegantly in his chair, reading a book. For all his inclination to sport and pleasure, he does love learning and is exceptionally well read.

Jane was reading too, huddled on the window seat. She was, as usual, in disgrace, having made her appearance in a black gown unadorned with any jewelry. It was only after some sharp words from our mother that she donned more festive-looking clothing, but that did not go far toward sweetening either of them.

Our younger sister, Mary, was not to be present. I have not spoken so far of Mary, because she rarely has a part to play in my story. My parents hardly mention her, and on the day of my betrothal they announced that, at eight years old, she was too young to join the gathering. Even so, she is not too young to be advantageously betrothed to the aging and battle-scarred Lord Grey de Wilton, a friend of Northumberland. The truth is that my parents do not want poor Mary seen in public at all, with her poor little humped back and her stunted stature. They fear that people will point a finger and say that God is so displeased with the Duke and Duchess of Suffolk that he has not only withheld the blessing of a son, but has also cursed them with a misshapen daughter; or they will say that a twisted character must lurk in a twisted body, like that wicked crookback King Richard III, who had the poor Princes in the Tower foully murdered all those years ago.

But there is nothing twisted or wicked about Mary. She is a gentle soul who strives to be as normal as Jane and I in order to please our parents. I have seen her holding herself as straight as possible, hiding her poor humped back under a shawl, oblivious to the pain it causes her. But my lord and lady mostly leave her to the care of Mrs. Ellen and the other nursery attendants. Anyone can see that, given the choice, they would prefer never to set eyes on poor Mary. But I am very fond of my little sister. I worry about her, knowing that I must soon leave her to go to my husband’s house. Yet I know that Mrs. Ellen will go on caring for her as lovingly as she always has. She is a sweet, thoughtful lady, very fair and very feeling, and sometimes—God forgive me—I find myself wishing that I had her for a mother. But to think such thoughts is sinful, for I know I owe my love and duty to the mother who brought me into the world.

The truth is that I was so overwhelmed by the prospect of coming face-to-face with Lord Herbert that I gave my little sister barely a second thought.

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Reading Group Guide

1. The title of the book is A Dangerous Inheritance. Discuss the significance of this as it applies to each character’s journey.

2. The author has interwoven the stories of two young women who are linked by marriage and supernatural events. Do you think this works well?

3. When writing historical fiction based on real characters and events, do you think it is acceptable for an author to invent fictional threads or distort historical facts, such as creating supernatural elements or making up the heroines’ quests for the truth about the Princes in the Tower?

4. Do you agree with the author that historical novels based on real people and events should always have an Author’s Note explaining what is fact and what is fiction?

5. Do you think the author has dealt fairly with Richard III in this novel? Why would she have found it challenging to write about him from the viewpoint of his daughter?

6. Do you find the heroines likable characters? One editor described Katherine Grey as “self-obsessed”—would you agree with that assessment? If not, how would you describe her?

7. How do you think Jane’s fate affected Katherine’s decisions and outlook?

8. In your opinion, could either Katherine or Kate have avoided their fates? If so, what do you think their lives would have been like?

9. Whose story resonated more with you, Katherine’s or Kate’s? Why?

10. Queen Elizabeth has been portrayed in many different ways over the years, both on the page and on the screen. What did you think of her character in A Dangerous Inheritance? Did you find her position at all sympathetic?

11. Do you think that Elizabeth I was right to view Katherine Grey as a threat? Was Katherine at least partially responsible for that? If so, in what way(s)?

12. Aside from the invented quest and love affair, do you find the au- thor’s fictional construction of Kate Plantagenet’s story convincing?

13. Getting the language right is always a challenge in historical novels. Do you think the author has succeeded here?

14. Were you convinced by the novel’s resolution to the mystery of the Princes in the Tower?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 20, 2012

    Unique mix of Tudor tradgedies

    This book has managed to blend multiple story lines using the overriding mystery of what happened to the princes in the tower to tie it together. While the beginning was a bit slow, once I got into the book it was hard to put down. I've read a lot of books spanning the entire Tudor period, and I appreciated the author's creative story line. It was definately different from anything I've read before.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 13, 2012

    A Fabulous Book

    This book is about two women in English history that most people don't know much about. I found it a fascinating book and couldn't put it down. Alison Weir writes a compelling book that has been well documented and she obviously has put a lot of time into investigating that period of history. I hightly recommend this book if you like Alison Weir's writings.

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  • Posted February 15, 2013

    An enlightening historical novel. I have read many of Ms. Weir'

    An enlightening historical novel. I have read many of Ms. Weir's histories and have enjoyed her skillful telling of those stories. I immediately chose this book on those merits.
    It was a compelling story once I became familiar with the two Katherines who were caught in the middle of historical events beyond their comprehension. Many of the issues which were dealt with during the succession of Henry VIII were intimately tied to actions and machinations from the time of Richard III.
    Historical notes at the end of the book were helpful filling in beyond the first person portrayals in the book itself.

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  • Posted January 22, 2013

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    I found this book to be most intriguing as it came from two Kate

    I found this book to be most intriguing as it came from two Kate's points of view. While I have never read much about Richard III, I found his daughter's defense compelling. Katherine Grey is probably one of the lesser known Tudor's (along with her sister Mary) although she was in line for the throne. My historical knowledge of her is the same as presented in the book and I must admit I've often wondered if she wanted the crown more than we knew.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 10, 2014

    A Daughters Inheritence

    Repetitive, but worth reading due to Weirs staunch stand by history. I have to give it four stars even though I did skim over parts that I knew where she was going to go with it, sigh
    All in all a great historical narrative. Thank you.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 20, 2014

    Interesting story

    I recently read Her Highness, the Traitor by Susan Higginbotham ( I recomend that book as well). So when I found this book I was eager to get more infornation about Kathrein Grey. The plot twists and unusual angle of this stroy keep me eagerly turning the pages! The story about Richard lll told from his daughters' point of view was ineresting.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 5, 2014

    Phoenix town

    The houses are rubies, jutting out of the earth like fire. They are hollow an very, very hot inside. A fire blazes on top of each house. A giant statue of a white phoenix soars in the center.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 26, 2014

    Interesting

    Interest

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  • Posted February 24, 2014

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    Two Katherines who only want to live happily ever after with the

    Two Katherines who only want to live happily ever after with their husbands but the royal family only sees them as a threat to the throne.  Even though they are a century apart they still want the same.




    Whether this story is based on much fact I do not know.  I do know it took me awhile to start enjoying it.  Back and forth between Kates in each chapter did confuse me. The Kates stories  were broken up by chapters and as I was just getting into one Kate  then we go back to the other.  I felt bad for the girls and yet also that they kinda brought bad luck on to themselves. It still draws you in the story inside of the story about the two brothers who may have been killed by Richard III I didn’t really feel any connection.  If the story was about those two then maybe I would have cared more but it was just side story.

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  • Posted March 4, 2013

    Another great read from Alison Weir!! At first glance I wondere

    Another great read from Alison Weir!! At first glance I wondered at the choice of these 2 women and their connection but, worry not, the connections are there. I especially enjoyed the look at the rise of the Tudors through Richard III 's daughter Kate and the end of the Tudor reign through the sister of the infamous 9 days queen, Katherine Grey. Woe to those who defey or displease their soveriegn. Having read all of this authors current fictional offerings, I look forward to her next!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 2, 2013

    Review

    I am about halfway through and I am wondering if this book is ever going to end. It is about 250 pages too long.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 14, 2012

    Good Read

    Mechanics were excellent. Easy to read. I gave it three stars rather than four because the characters were not as developed as I would have liked. The story covered too much territory. The story of Richard III and his daughter Kate was intertwined with Elizabeth I and Katherine Grey, a contender for the crown. I look forward to reading more books by this author.

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