A Distant Magic

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Mary Jo Putney’s passionate, vivid characters and captivating stories have earned enthusiastic acclaim from reviewers and readers everywhere. Now the New York Times bestselling author weaves a new tale in the Guardian series–a dazzling romantic fantasy that takes readers not only from the elegant streets of London to a dangerously tempting Mediterranean island but across time.

Jean Macrae’s family is one of the most prominent clans of Guardians, humans whose magical powers come ...

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Overview

Mary Jo Putney’s passionate, vivid characters and captivating stories have earned enthusiastic acclaim from reviewers and readers everywhere. Now the New York Times bestselling author weaves a new tale in the Guardian series–a dazzling romantic fantasy that takes readers not only from the elegant streets of London to a dangerously tempting Mediterranean island but across time.

Jean Macrae’s family is one of the most prominent clans of Guardians, humans whose magical powers come from nature, but Jean considers her skills modest at best. She has never been able to summon the intense, earth-altering ability that has marked the most talented Guardians, and she is content without the adventure that such skill brings . . . until the day she is confronted by a handsome stranger whose magic imprisons her on his pirate ship.

Captain Nikolai Gregorio is convinced that Jean’s father abandoned him, as a child, to slavers. Now he seeks vengeance against the Macraes, no matter the cost. But Jean soon finds his untrained magical gifts far more dangerous than his thirst for revenge, especially when they intensify her own powers to an unthinkable–and enticing–degree. And when Jean and Nikolai’s irresistible connection summons a woman from the future, they are charged with a formidable task: protect those who will oppose slavery’s evil and forever change the future of two nations. This quest will sweep Jean and Nikolai into the most fantastic of realms and try their powers beyond even what the Guardians themselves would dare. And when ultimate disaster threatens, they will stake everything on a shattering test of love that could secure the fate of generations . . . or destroy them and all they cherish.

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Editorial Reviews

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Praise for Mary Jo Putney and her novels of the Guardians

Stolen Magic

“Putney’s fully imagined magical system, combined with Georgian detail, is a terrific setting for a tale of intrigue and danger.”
–Booklist (starred review)

“Delightful . . . enchants from beginning to end.”
–Elizabeth Haydon, author of The Symphony of Ages series

A Kiss of Fate

“Mesmerizing in its emotional breadth, stunning in its backdrop, and spellbinding in its paranormal overtones . . . a marvelous, fast-paced tale.”
–Romantic Times

“A unique spin on reality, magic, and love . . . [Putney] takes romantic fantasy to a new level.”
–Library Journal

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Publishers Weekly
Near the start of this diverting romantic fantasy set in 1753, the third Guardians novel from bestseller Putney (after 2005's Stolen Magic), Nikolai Gregorio, a handsome pirate captain operating in the Mediterranean, kidnaps pretty red-haired Jean Macrae, a member of the Scottish branch of the Guardians (humans with magical powers derived from nature), in revenge for a wrong he thinks her father did him 20 years earlier. A decent sort who possesses limited magical powers, Nikolai is dedicated to fighting the evil of slavery by freeing galley slaves. He even sets up an island refuge for them. After Adia Adams, a freed slave, travels back in time from 1787 London, the pirate and the fiery Scotswoman find themselves on a dangerous magical mission to strengthen the fledgling abolitionist movement. The mix of magic, time travel, history, adventure, romance and social consciousness will delight series fans, but may strike some readers as an incongruous blend. (July)

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Library Journal

In Marseilles to attend a wedding, Scottish Guardian Jean Macrae is snatched by dashing corsair Nikolai Gregorio, imprisoned aboard his ship, and threatened with being sold into slavery, all because Nikolai has a grudge against her family. But when Jean is able to meld her weather magic with Nikolai's wild powers and save the ship from foundering in a storm, they head for his shielded island retreat, Santolo. Yet change is coming from another direction, and as Adia magically arrives on Santolo from the future, Nikolai and Jean are drawn into a fight against slavery that tests their powers, their resolve, and their growing love as they travel through time and possibly to their doom. Magic and traditions of all kinds, an abundance of well-delineated characters, and fascinating historical and political detail make this the most complex and unusual of Putney's (The Marriage Spell) Guardian tales to date. She lives near Baltimore.


—Kristin Ramsdell
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345476920
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 5/20/2008
  • Series: Guardians Series
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 416
  • Sales rank: 508,320
  • Product dimensions: 6.88 (w) x 4.32 (h) x 1.09 (d)

Meet the Author

A New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and Publishers Weekly bestselling author, Mary Jo Putney is a graduate of Syracuse University with degrees in eighteenth-century literature and industrial design. The author of more than two dozen novels, Putney has been a nine-time finalist in the Romance Writers of America RITA contests, and has won two RITAs, four consecutive Golden Leaf Awards for Best Historical Romance, and the Romantic Times Career Achievement Award for Historical Romance. Her books have been listed four times by Library Journal as among the top five romances of the year. Putney lives near Baltimore, with her nearest and dearest, both two- and four-footed. Visit the author’s websites at www.mjputney.com and www.maryjoputney.com.

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Chapter 1

Valletta, Island of Malta

Autumn 1733

The two foreign gentlemen strolling through Valletta’s market square looked like they had pockets worth picking. Nikolai quietly shadowed them through the crowds, knowing they would never

notice a boy his size in the noisy throng. A dozen or more lan-

guages babbled above his head. He recognized all of them, and could make himself understood in most. Valletta was the crossroads of the Mediterranean, a place where Europe, Africa, and Asia met and exchanged their goods.

The men had the pale coloring of northern Europeans. When Nikolai got close enough to hear their conversation, he found that they spoke in English. That was one of his better languages, since his mother had had a taste for English sailors.

Other foreigners roamed the market, but these two had the air and garments of wealth—and they were fool enough to walk alone, with no guards. They’d be lucky to get back to their ship with the clothes still on their backs.

Nikolai followed the men, slipping behind a tethered donkey cart to get closer to his quarry. His talent for going unnoticed had enabled him to keep from starving in the years since his grandmother’s death, though he seldom managed to be well fed.

The taller Englishman, a powerfully built fellow whose dark red hair was heavily streaked with gray, stopped to admire the silver trinkets of a local peddler. He lifted a pair of lacy filigree earrings. “My wife will like these, I think.”

“We saw better in Greece, Macrae,” his companion observed. He was shorter and younger, with a wiry build and a dandy’s taste in clothing. “Tell me again why you were so keen to stop in Malta.”

“Worth it to walk on land again for a day or two.” Having reached an agreement with the peddler, Macrae paid for two pairs of silver earrings. “Besides, I felt there was something, or someone, worth meeting here.”

“Unlikely!” the other man snorted.

Nikolai paid little heed to the conversation, apart from gratitude that it engaged his quarry’s attention. As the taller man turned to his companion, Nikolai’s fingers reached into the fellow’s right pocket, light as a butterfly’s wings. Yes, there were coins there. . . .

Suddenly Nikolai’s wrist was caught, and he found himself skewered by piercing gray eyes. Eyes that saw him as no one had since his grandmother died.

He fought to escape, biting Macrae’s hand and jerking free as the man released his grip with an oath. He darted toward a nearby alley. In the rank, twisting backstreets of Valletta, he could lose these great clumsy oafs in no time.

The short man snapped several unintelligible words. The air tingled oddly, and suddenly Nikolai’s limbs didn’t work. Though he wanted to run, he could barely manage to hold himself upright. He fell against the bricks of the alley wall, his breathing rough. He hadn’t felt so weak since he’d almost died of the fever that killed his mother.

Macrae entered the alley and placed his hands on Nikolai’s shoulders, then knelt so their eyes were on the same level. “We mean you no harm,” he said in fair Italian.

Nikolai spat at him, but somehow missed his mark. Macrae frowned. “He doesn’t seem to understand Italian,” he said in English. “I wish I knew that dog Arabic the locals speak.”

Nikolai didn’t bother spitting again, since it had done no good, but he growled like a mongrel. Dog Arabic indeed! Malti was the ancient tongue of the Phoenicians. Since it had never been trapped in an alphabet, it was the private speech of Malta, a mystery to stupid foreigners like this one.

The short man, who stood behind Redhead, said drily, “Are you sure you want to converse with a rabid pup like this?”

Macrae stood, releasing his grip on Nikolai’s shoulders. “Look at him with the sight, then ask me that again.”

The short man’s eyes narrowed for a moment, then opened wide. “Good God, the boy blazes with power! When he comes of age, he’ll be a formidable mage.”

“If he lives long enough and receives the proper training,” Macrae said grimly. “From the looks of him, he’s halfway to starvation.”

“Don’ talk ’bout me as if I’m no’ here!” Nikolai blurted out. “Rude!”

“The creature speaks English,” the short man said with amazement. “His accent is abominable, but he’s fluent enough.”

“He’s not a ‘creature,’ ” Macrae said irritably. “He’s a boy, probably younger than my Duncan. He’s one of us, Jasper. His power has a different flavor from any I’ve known, but it’s real and has great potential.”

“African blood, perhaps,” Jasper murmured. “There is some of that in his face and coloring as well as in the flavor of his magic.”

Nikolai’s strength was returning, but he was still trapped between the two men. Why was no one noticing this scene? People walked by in the square just a few feet away and didn’t even glance in the alley.

Mage. One of them had used the word. His grandmother had said it meant wizard or witch doctor. They’d used magic to trap him, then to ensure that no one looked their way. He scrunched his mind up like Nona had showed him and dived under Macrae’s arm in another bid for freedom.

A hard hand caught him again. “Look at that, Jasper! The boy has shields strong enough to make him disappear from mage sight!”

“Either he’s had training, or he learned that to survive,” Jasper said thoughtfully. “I begin to share your interest. But what’s to be done with a wild lad like this one?”

“Let’s start by feeding him.” The tall man caught Nikolai’s gaze. “I’m Macrae of Dunrath and this is Jasper Polmarric. You have always known you were different, haven’t you?”

Nikolai debated lying before giving a reluctant nod.

Macrae continued, “We are also different in the same way you are. Or similar, anyhow. Among our duties is to help others of our sort when there is need. At the least, you stand in need of a good meal. Will you join us? If you look at me with your mind, you’ll know I mean no harm.”

Nikolai had always been good at reading intentions, and he sensed no desire to hurt, but there was more than one kind of assault. “Won’ be your whore!”

Instead of anger, Macrae smiled. “I have no interest in dirty little boys. Except when they have the potential you do. Is there a tavern where we can get a good meal and talk in privacy?”

Nikolai nodded and led the two men through the alleys, emerging by the best tavern on the waterfront. It looked over the Grand Harbor and was a favored place for ship’s officers and merchants. Of course he’d not eaten there himself, but he sometimes scavenged leavings at the back door.

The landlord scowled when he saw Nikolai enter, but the obvious wealth of the Englishmen saved him from being thrown out. Jasper paused to order food and drink while Macrae escorted Nikolai to a quiet booth in the far corner of the taproom. Nikolai didn’t like being herded, but tantalizing scents made him willing to tolerate it. He would endure a great deal to feast on the tavern’s best.

Besides, he was curious what these men wanted of him.

Macrae sat on Nikolai’s right, Jasper Polmarric on his left. Though they didn’t crowd him, it was clear they could stop him from running if he tried. Yet he still felt no danger from them. Only a deep, intense interest.

“What is your name?” Macrae asked. “You can lie if you wish, but I’d like to have something to call you.”

Lying was no fun when put like that. “Nikolai Gregorio.”

“Russian and Italian?” Polmarric asked. “Any African blood?”

“Some.” A quarter at least. Nikolai’s grandmother had been pure African, but he didn’t know all his relations. His grandfather had been Malti, and his mother wasn’t sure who his father was. Perhaps an Italian, maybe a Greek, even an Englishman. Hard to say. The fact that his mother had liked the name Nikolai didn’t make him Russian.

Conversation ended when a barmaid sauntered over with a jug of wine and three crude goblets. The tray also held a loaf of sourdough bread, a wedge of cheese, and a dish of pickled fish.

His hunger almost uncontrollable, Nikolai grabbed a piece of fish and gobbled it down while he ripped off a chunk of the cottage loaf. There was a knife on the board, so he hacked a sizable piece of the cheese and crammed it into his mouth, followed by a bite of bread. The sharp flavor of the goat cheese exploded gloriously on his tongue.

“Not very civilized,” Polmarric said in French, his expression a study in fascinated horror.

“Give thanks you have never been so hungry.” Macrae poured the red wine into the goblets and swallowed a mouthful. Though he’d answered Polmarric in French, he switched back to English to speak to Nikolai. “Eat as much as you want, but it might be wise to slow down. If you make yourself sick, you’ll have an empty stomach again.”

There was sense to that. Nikolai swallowed another mouthful of bread and cheese and reached for his wine to wash it down. The wine was a light table vintage, pleasant and probably chosen so it wouldn’t go to a boy’s head. That was another sign of their good intentions, for this wasn’t the wine they’d use if they wanted him drunk.

The barmaid returned with three plates of fenek. Nikolai dug in greedily. He hadn’t had good fenek since his grandmother died. Less

hurriedly, the foreigners tasted theirs. “This rabbit is rather good,” Polmarric said.

“Stew a boot in this much wine and it would be good,” Macrae replied, but he dug in with enthusiasm.

Nikolai finished two pieces of stewed rabbit, then sat back on the wooden bench. With the edge off his hunger, curiosity returned. “You say you are different. How?”

Macrae’s gaze flicked to the taproom, checking that no one was in a position to look into their shadowy booth. When he was sure of their privacy, he raised one hand and sparkles of light danced around it like sprays of golden fireworks.

He scooped up the dancing lights and poured them in front of Nikolai. Enchanted, Nikolai tried to catch the golden sparks. They faded in his grasp, a cool tingle against his palm. “Magic,” he whispered. He thought all the magic had gone from the world when his grandmother died.

“We usually say power,” Macrae said in a low voice. “It’s a less- alarming term than magic. Polmarric and I are both Guardians—members of families where power runs strong. Guardians exist in all nations of Europe, and we are sworn to use our abilities to help others rather than for personal gain.”

“What kind of magic—power—do you have?” Nikolai tried not to show how hungry he was for the information.

Polmarric gave his companion a warning glance. “Are you sure you want to say so much about us?”

“He has to know.” Macrae concentrated on Nikolai. “There are certain things that all Guardian mages can do to some extent. Healing, reading the energies of other people, concealing, creating mage light. Most Guardians are also gifted in some particular area. I am a weather mage, able to shape the winds and storms. It is a common talent in my family. Polmarric here has a great talent for communication.”

“You say you swore to help people. What keeps you from becoming kings? Though you seem to live well enough.” Nikolai glanced pointedly at the men’s rich garments.

“It is harder to become a king than one might think,” Macrae said drily. “Over the centuries, we have learned that it is best not to interfere often with mundane society because the consequences are unpredictable, and usually worse than one expects. Among ourselves, we maintain order by national councils of Guardians. Polmarric will likely become a council member the next time there is an opening, because of his communication abilities. If any of our number turns rogue and injures others—

Well, we have mages who are gifted in detecting evil and enforcing order.”

Nikolai ripped off a piece of bread and soaked it in the fenek gravy. The Guardians sounded like a great, secret family that had both power and wisdom. Thinking of his grandmother, he asked, “Mages are all men?”

“Not at all. Women can be as strong or stronger than male mages. My wife is a very gifted healer. Polmarric’s wife is the best finder in England, I think.” Macrae paused as if deciding what needed to be said. “Usually full power comes when one is reaching adulthood, but it’s not uncommon for those who are unusually talented to show magical ability in childhood. My son, Duncan, has, and so have you.”

Nikolai stared at his empty plate, trying to grasp what he was being told. “Why you tellin’ me this?”

“Because you seem to need help.” Macrae looked tired, and Nikolai realized the man was older than he’d guessed. “There are too many homeless children in the world for us to save them all. But you are of our kind, so I am obligated to try to help you.”

“How?”

“One possibility would be to find you a place in a Valletta school so you would be fed and clothed and could learn to read and write.”

“I know how to read and write,” Nikolai said pugnaciously.

Macrae’s brows arched. “Impressive. How did you learn?”

Nikolai shrugged. “My grandmother ran a waterfront boardinghouse. She cared for a dyin’ English ship’s mate in return for him teachin’ me. Old Smithy took a long time to die.” Long enough that Nikolai had studied numbers and some history as well as reading and writing.

“You learn quickly,” Polmarric observed. “Your English accent has improved as we speak. Almost as if you can take the language from our minds. Do you read minds?”

Nikolai scrunched down warily, wondering how the Englishman had figured that out. He didn’t exactly read minds, but sometimes he would sense answers that people around him knew. Being with these men who spoke English did improve his own speech. “Smithy said I was clever.”

“A clever lad with power might not be safe in a local school, not with the Knights of St. John ruling Malta,” Polmarric remarked. “The Knights have a history of turning mages over to the Inquisition.”

“I know,” Macrae said. “What you really need is a family, Nikolai. People who care about you, and for you to care about.”

A family. Nikolai looked down so the foreigners wouldn’t see the humiliating sting of tears in his eyes. His family had been small but real. With his mother and grandmother dead, he had thought himself alone forever. Thinking of what he’d lost made it hard for him to swallow his stewed rabbit.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    In the Mediterranean Sea, pirate Captain Nikolai Gregorio kidnaps Scottish Guardian Jean Macrae out of a thirst for revenge. Two decades ago Jean¿s father wronged Nikolai, or at least he believes the man did. Although he has some magical skills, Nikolai is unprepared for the prowess of the Guardian he holds prisoner. He especially cannot understand his attraction to the daughter of his enemy. Meanwhile Jean sees the inherent good inside her captor as he only attacks slave ships in order to free the slaves taking those less fortunate to a haven. As they fall in love, freed slave Adia Adams comes from 1787 to 1753 to enlist their help in protecting the newly formed abolitionist movement. --- The third Guardians historical romantic fantasy (see A KISS OF FATE and STOLEN MAGIC) is a fabulous thriller that uses magic (to include time traveling) that enhances a strong look at eighteenth century slavery issue. The strong relationship between the lad characters changes over the course of the exciting story line, but it is the astute subplot involving the relatively new abolitionist movement that grips readers. Mary Jo Putney¿s fans and anyone who appreciates a thought provoking tale will want to read the well written A DISTANT MAGIC. --- Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted January 11, 2013

    Mary Jo Putney  has done it once again by catching my imaginatio

    Mary Jo Putney  has done it once again by catching my imagination. 

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  • Posted July 12, 2012

    Didn't grab me

    Book Three in the Kiss of Fate series slows down and jumps around in time a bit too much to suit my taste. The romantic story is still good.

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  • Posted September 18, 2011

    Lots of info

    I have read several Putney books and emensely enjoyed them all. This one is not one of my favorites and if this is thee first book you read of hers i fear you may not read more. The book is hard to follow at times and her normal character development is not shown. I thought Jean macraes story would have a lot more to offer. Her other books have always been four and mostly five stars from me.

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