Charmed Destinies: Counting Crows\Drusilla's Dream\Moonglow

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In Lady Gwynnhwyfar's dark, lonely court, her only ally was noble Sir Atremus, a warrior willing to fight for her honor. But would her powerful spell capture his heart—or tumble the kingdom into chaos?

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Overview

Three classic stories of timeless love and tantalizing fantasy…

Counting Crows by New York Times bestselling author Mercedes Lackey

In Lady Gwynnhwyfar's dark, lonely court, her only ally was noble Sir Atremus, a warrior willing to fight for her honor. But would her powerful spell capture his heart—or tumble the kingdom into chaos?

Drusilla's Dream by USA TODAY bestselling author Rachel Lee

Every night Drusilla Morgan dreamed of courageous and handsome Miles Kennedy. Their quest: to battle evil and find true love. Yet when the sun rose, would Drusilla's fantasy man become a reality?

Moonglow by Nebula Award–winning author Catherine Asaro

In a world where kings married for magic, Iris Larkspur was required to wed the prince—despite the spell that kept him deaf, mute and blind. Healing her bridegroom would take a power greater than any she'd ever known—one only two bonded hearts could provide!

Counting Crows: Lady Gwynhefar cast a spell to win a warrior's heart. Drusilla's Dream: every night she dreamed of Miles Kennedy and their quest to battle evil. Moonglow: Iris was required to wed the prince.

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This teaser launches the new Luna line of books that debuted in January 2004 and consists of romantic fantasy novels. There are three novellas in this omnibus. Counting Crows by Mercedes Lackey is the story of Lady Gwynhefar (not the one who married King Arthur; this reviewer was confused by the name for several chapters), who is given in a "glove marriage" (in the absence of the groom, he is represented by a glove) to the rough, loutish Lord Bretagne to secure the safety of her father's kingdom. Although she at first believes that she can tame Bretagne, she soon accepts the futility and finds that she loves one of his lieutenants instead. Although the novella form is rather short, the story drags on a little too long-there is much description of the spells Gwyn performs in order to spend her life with her true love. Drusilla's Dream by Rachel Lee is, perhaps, the most charming of the three stories. A young painter by day/computer operator by night fantasizes about saving an imaginary kingdom, only to discover that her fantasy is shared by the night shift's sysop. Catherine Ansaro's Moonglow is the sweet but rather predictable story of a prince who suffers traumatic deafness, muteness, and blindness after the murder of his parents, and is cured by the love of his soul mate. This book is a light diversion, to be indulged in when one's mind is exhausted from hard work or studying. There are some relatively detailed, although not offensive, sex scenes that keep this one out of the league of younger teens who might enjoy the romance. VOYA CODES: 3Q 3P S A/YA (Readable without serious defects; Will appeal with pushing; Senior High, defined as grades 10 to 12; Adult-marketed book recommendedfor Young Adults). 2003, Silhouette/Harlequin, 377p., pb. Ages 15 to Adult.
—Marlyn K. Roberts
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  • ISBN-13: 9780373218332
  • Publisher: Silhouette
  • Publication date: 11/1/2003
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 384
  • Product dimensions: 4.19 (w) x 6.75 (h) x 1.03 (d)

Meet the Author

New York Times bestselling author Mercedes Lackey has written over one hundred titles and has no plans to slow down. Known best for her tales of Valdemar and The Five Hundred Kingdoms, she's also a prolific lyricist and records her own music.

Rachel Lee was hooked on writing by the age of twelve, and practiced her craft as she moved from place to place all over the United States. This New York Times bestselling author now resides in Florida and has the joy of writing full-time.

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The crow cawed morosely to himself; he had gotten separated from the rest of the flock when he flew off to investigate something shiny in the dead leaves, which had proved to be nothing more exciting than a bit of shiny ice. Now he was alone, cold and very hungry.

It was late autumn and most of the leaves from the tree on which he perched littered the forest floor. He balanced on the topmost twig, surveying the leafless forest and the leaf-strewn road below him, hoping to spot something to eat before he went in search of his flock. The squirrels had made short work of the acorns and other nuts; the crow knew that he could probably find some but it would be hard hunting in the fallen leaves and on the ground, where it was dangerous for him to linger.

While he was making up his mind about risking that hazardous descent, he heard something in the distance. He stretched out his neck and peered through the skeletal branches, down to the broad track that cut through his forest, a track made by men and their tame beasts. This was not the usual season for travelers, though, and it might only be a herd of red deer who sometimes ventured onto the track.

He cocked his head to listen. There were a great many creatures coming on that track, shuffling through the leaves—and there were other sounds besides those of footfalls, sounds that no wild things made. This sounded more like men and their beasts, a string of them, which often meant easy food.

He stretched his neck farther and waited impatiently for them to come into view. He was impatient, but he was also lazy and not inclined to fly to meet them when their own feet would bring them to him. Soon he saw them and knew at once that he had wasted his time; he cawed in derision and disappointment.

He knew the look of men like this. No food from this lot— or, at least, they weren't going to let anything fall to the ground while they were moving. These were the men-in-shells, the ones with hard, shiny skins who carried pointed things and commanded flying sticks—they didn't leave things on the road like the ones in carts did. There were eight of them; two of their kind were without the shells. Four rode in front and four behind the two who were different. There were also four beasts with burdens not riders. The burdens were far too tightly wrapped up for anything to fall from them. He peered hopefully at the different ones, but concluded very soon that they weren't going to let anything fall, either. There was nothing in their claws but the strings tied to the horses' mouths.

Still. He flicked his wings restlessly, feeling the urge to fly. They were men, and men were dirty by nature, always leaving litter wherever they went. They might not drop anything tasty here, but somewhere on their back trail they had probably nested overnight and there might be something there. Besides, it wasn't healthy to linger in the neighborhood of the men-in-shells. They were all too inclined to send their flying sticks buzzing after anything that moved, and that certainly included crows. He gave another mocking call, telling them what oafs they were and how inconsiderate for disturbing his peace without bringing anything to eat. Then he shoved off from his perch and beat a hasty retreat down the way that they had come, rowing his way through the sky, shouting insults and hoping to raid their nesting place before any of his numerous kin got there.

The sound of the horses's hooves, slightly muffled by all of the fallen leaves, was more than made up for by the rustle and rattle as they trudged their way through the scarlet, gold and brown drifts. The bitter scent of dead leaves permeated the air with its sad perfume of dying summer.

Gwynnhwyfar looked up at the sound of a crow calling overhead, shading her eyes with her hand. She just caught sight of him, screened by the bare branches, flying off into the grim sky, a sky in which the sun was visible only as a bright spot in the sea of gray. "One for sorrow," she murmured more to herself than to her companion as her palfrey ambled onward, hock-deep in yet another ridge of rustling leaves.

Her spirits were at their lowest since this journey to her new husband had begun. She was weary with dawn-to-dark riding, worn out with being cold. Every night had been the same: waiting on her palfrey's back until her well-armed, livery-clad escort pitched the dubious shelter of a tiny pavilion, then descending to dine on watery stew—featuring whatever they had shot while traveling—eaten with bread hard enough to build a wall. Then she would creep into a cold bed on the ground, to sleep fitfully until dawn, when she would be awakened to eat the same stew and bread, climb into the saddle and begin another day like the last.

She craved heat the most, at the moment. She might have huddled near the fire with the men when they all stopped, but she didn't like the way they looked at her with eyes as cold as the wind and as indifferent as the rocks. Her hands and feet were like those of a corpse, and she felt as if she would never be properly warm again.

Or clean. She stopped herself from self-consciously rubbing at the travel stains on her brown woolen gown and cloak. She had slept in her gown and undergown for the past week, without even a chance to wash her face and hands. Her hair, at least, Robin was keeping tidy. She could never have managed it on her own, as long as it was. But she wanted a hot bath so badly she could hardly bear it.

Her tiring-maid, who had been looking out suspiciously into the underbrush and had not seen the bird, shook her head. Robin was probably just as cold and weary, but she didn't show it. "One what?" she asked curiously, tucking the folds of her own gown of a coarser gray wool in around her legs. "What are you speaking of, my lady?"

"'Tis an old rhyme, Robin. A way of telling fortunes by counting crows," Gwynnhwyfar replied—but softly so that her words didn't carry past the ears of her maid. This was not something for the armsmen to overhear. "One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a wedding, four for a birth—" She sighed. "I am not overmuch surprised, but meseems this is no good omen for what awaits us."

"Well, and you wouldn't get three, for you've already had the wedding, such as it was," Robin reminded her. She glanced at the scarlet velvet pillow that Gwynnhwyfar carried in front of her on the high pommel of the saddle. A rich, down-stuffed pillow upon which rested a single glove—that, of course, was as clean as she was travel-stained. Gwynn let her own eyes rest on it, as well, for all that she'd tried to avoid looking at it for most of the journey. That scarlet glove—elegant leather fashioned in the manner of a hawking glove but of finer materials and with the device of a blue boar inset into the wide cuff of it—represented her lord, husband and master, whom she had never yet seen. That device was echoed on the surcoats of the eight armored men who rode with her; the blue boar ramped across the fronts and backs of their scarlet tunics, in stark contrast with the gray cloaks and brown-and-gray gowns of Robin and herself.

"And all things considered, 'tis a bit early for a birth at Clawcrag Keep to get the four," Gwynn agreed, trying to make a feeble joke.

But Robin frowned, her swarthy face reflecting distaste. "Not," she answered darkly, "if all we've been told of Lord Bretagne be true."

Gwynn bit her lip to restrain her own too ready tongue. Lord Bretagne had no good repute—but she'd had no choice in this marriage, not if both she and her father were to survive the unhealthy interest of their own nearest neighbor.

Or the displeasure of His Majesty, for this was a marriage made in the King's Council Chambers, and the King greatly desired that Gwynnhwyfar's marriage portion from her mother, a rich dower of the income from certain vineyards, town houses and tanneries, should go to—

Well, to someone whose loyalty the King required and whose loyalty, to put it crudely, the King could purchase with the annual purses from those properties.

"It matters not," she said with resignation. "Repute—well, when did any man care for his reputation, so long as he's thought to be quick of wit and strong of arm? And good repute or bad, Father needs the King's support to keep him safe against Baron Anghus. Thus, we gain it, and Father's safety."

"And you need to get from under the fat bull's eye yourself," said Robin with equal resignation. "He's been stretching his hand toward you for as long as I can remember. Still—is it better to flee the devil you know for one you know not?"

"Perhaps his reputation is a matter of envy or spite," she replied. "All that it takes is one ill-natured person within the Court to blacken someone's name."

"Milady—if you'd had the choice of husbands—would you have had a choice?" Robin asked suddenly, quite out of nowhere.

Gwynn blinked. Where had that question come from? "No," she lied quickly, for there was no point in giving Robin any more reason to feel sorry for her.

But there was someone, even though she had not seen him for a decade or more. Her first love, which fact surely must have embarrassed him, although he never gave her a hint of it. After all, few young knights in their twenties would find it flattering to have a little girl in love with them.

But Sir Atremus had been everything a little girl, raised on the tales of Arthur and his knights, would find irresistible. Tall, strong, skilled with sword and lance and unfailingly kind and courteous to his friend's importunate child.

Gwynn sighed and removed her own glove for a moment to rub at her weary eyes. Her glove smelled of horse and smoke. She smelled of horse and smoke. She supposed that she should be just as glad that she didn't smell of worse things and that the pennyroyal with which she had anointed herself liberally before she began the trip was keeping the fleas away.

A pity she could find no potion to repel Baron Anghus. No sane woman would care to find herself in the keeping of Baron Anghus; even had he not been uncouth, unkempt, loud, violent of temper and filthy. Three wives had already been laid to rest in the baronial chapel, under mysterious circumstances. Gwynn was not eager to find herself carried, bound and gagged, to the altar to become the fourth. That was how Anghus had "won" his third wife, as well as his first.

"I mind me what happened to Anghus's last wife," Robin continued with a shiver and a sharp glance with her bright, birdlike black eyes to see that their escort wasn't eavesdropping.

Gwynn just nodded; there wasn't much she could add to that. The Baron's last wife had been in the ground a bare three months and already he was sniffing around again, sending gifts of game and a herald to inquire of her health. When the King had proposed the match to Duke Bretagne, and her father had grasped at it with the desperation of a man with a pack of wolves on his doorstep, Gwynn had seen the marriage as a way to escape the danger of Anghus and to make her father safe again at one stroke.

It was only after she had agreed, the King had given the match his blessing and the contracts were signed that she realized she might be leaping from the kettle into the fire, as rumors reached her and her father of what her affianced was like….

Rumor claimed mistresses he had in plenty, both high- and low-born, and scores of bastards. Sure it was, that although he had given his solemn oath to support his monarch, the King felt he could not be certain of Bretagne's loyalty without binding him with a rich prize.

The King needed Bretagne's support to keep the Border Lords from revolt. Gwynn's father needed the King's support to keep Anghus from their own door. And Gwynn was the bridge between the two needs.

And she needed—well, what she needed was not to be thought of, for it was the stuff of minstrelsy, not of reality. There was no Gareth to her Lionors, and never would be. It would be enough if her husband would care for her and she learn to care for him.

She was going into this willingly and with open eyes. She and her father had discussed other options and, to her mind, there were none. "Plague," he'd said vaguely, grasping at straws. "You can feign plague, can't you? Or pox. Surely Anghus wouldn't want a pock-marked wife—"

But she had shaken her head. "Anghus would take me were I as old as Methuselah, squint-eyed and lame, without a tooth in my head," she had reminded him gently. "And you know what they say—that he has the blackest of black magic to help him."

Her father had shuddered, but he knew that she was right.

Robin frowned. "What are you thinking?"

"That at least, no matter what his repute, we've never heard that Bretagne is a black wizard," she replied very softly. Robin had been her friend as well as her servant since the child turned ten, for Robin was no ordinary servant. No, Robin was her half sibling, the result of her father's loneliness after Gwynn's mother was a year in the grave—and Gwynn certainly had not begrudged her father the solace of female company. She knew, none better, that he had not ceased to mourn her mother. Base-born Robin was a trusted member of the household in Gwynn's service; by now, she was privy to all of Gwynn's secrets.

Robin shivered at the reminder of Anghus's other—powers. "No, there is that. And with you away and gone, Anghus's quiver will be empty. He can't harm your father while milord stays on his own land. And by the time he learns you are gone, you'll be out of his reach. Right?"

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  • Posted September 8, 2009

    Charmed Destinies is Charmed

    These stories provide wonderful fantasy worlds without being too outlandish and leave the reader with a great feeling at the end of them. I especially was thrilled to find Cahterine Asaro's story in this collection as I have read all of her Charned Destinies books and this lives up to her standards. Easy reading and great escapism.

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    One for the shelves

    While this book didn't grip me to the pages like a vice, it wasn't poorly written and is certainly one for the romantic section in your personal library. I read it in small doses when I needed a romantic fix and like a "stock character" in a book, Charmed Destinies fit the bill. Not a bad read but not gripping.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 26, 2004

    Good Book Really, Really enjoyed 'Drusilla's Dream' by Rachel Lee

    This is one of my first Fantasy novels i've read, and it is entertaining. I was dissapointed with the first story, 'Counting Crows' by Mercedes Lackey. But the second Was great! 'Drusilla's Dream' by Rachel Lee. I haven't read the third, I will today. It is 'Moonglow' by, Catherine Asaro. I was hoping to see some other reviews so someone could maybe suggest other good ones by Rachel Lee. Or, better ones by Mercedes Lackey. I'm new to this fantasy stuff. Feel free to email me with suggestions.

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