The Falcon and the Sparrowby MaryLu Tyndall
The intrigue and passion of The Falcon and the Sparrow will leave you breathless. Follow the trail of Dominique Dawson, a reluctant spy who is forced to betray England or never see her brother again. As she takes a position as the governess of a Rear Admiral's son, her real mission is to gather intelligence information for Napoleon. Chase Randal, irresistibly drawn to… See more details below
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The intrigue and passion of The Falcon and the Sparrow will leave you breathless. Follow the trail of Dominique Dawson, a reluctant spy who is forced to betray England or never see her brother again. As she takes a position as the governess of a Rear Admiral's son, her real mission is to gather intelligence information for Napoleon. Chase Randal, irresistibly drawn to his son's new governess, reluctantly allows the attraction to grow. Is there a future for the spy and the rear admiral? Or will Dominique's deception crush any prospect of a lasting happiness?
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The Falcon and the Sparrow
By M. L. Tyndall
Barbour Publishing, Inc.Copyright © 2008 M. L. Tyndall
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Dover, England, March 1803
Dominique Celine Dawson stepped off the teetering plank of the ship and sought the comfort of solid land beneath her feet, knowing that as she did, she instantly became a traitor to England. Thanking the purser, she released his hand with a forced smile.
He tipped his hat and handed her the small embroidered valise containing all her worldly possessions. "Looks like rain," he called back over his shoulder as he headed up the gangway.
Black clouds swirled above her, stealing all light from the midmorning sun. A gust of wind clawed at her bonnet. Passengers and sailors unloading cargo collided with her from all directions. She stepped aside, testing her wobbly legs. Although she'd just boarded the ship from Calais, France, to Dover that morning, her legs quivered nearly as much as her heart. She hated sailing. What an embarrassment she must have been to her father, an admiral in the British Royal Navy.
A man dressed in a top hat and wool cape bumped into her and nearly knocked her to the ground.
Stumbling, Dominique clamped her sweaty fingers around her valise, feeling as though it was her heart they squeezed. Did the man know? Did he know what she had been sent here to do?
He shot her an annoyed glance over his shoulder. "Beggin' your pardon, miss," he muttered before trotting off, lady on his arm and children in tow.
Blowing out a sigh, Dominique tried to still her frantic breathing. She must focus. She must remain calm. She had committed no crime—yet.
She scanned the bustling port of Dover. Waves of people flowed through the streets, reminding her of the tumultuous sea she had just crossed. Ladies in silk bonnets clung to gentlemen in long-tailed waistcoats and breeches. Beggars, merchants, and tradesmen hustled to and fro as if they didn't have a minute to lose. Dark-haired Chinamen hauled two-wheeled carts behind them, loaded with passengers or goods. Carriages and horses clomped over the cobblestone streets. The air filled with a thousand voices, shouts and screams and curses and idle chatter accompanied by the incessant tolling of bells and the rhythmic lap of the sea against the docks.
The stench of fish and human sweat stung Dominique's nose, and she coughed and took a step forward, searching for the carriage that surely must have been sent to convey her to London and to the Randal estate. But amidst the dizzying crowd, no empty conveyance sat waiting; no pair of eyes met hers—at least none belonging to a coachman sent to retrieve her. Other eyes flung their slithering gazes her way, however, like snakes preying on a tiny ship mouse. A lady traveling alone was not a sight often seen.
Lightning split the dark sky in two, and thunder shook it with an ominous boom. For four years she had longed to return to England, the place of her birth, the place filled with many happy childhood memories, but now that she was here, she felt more lost and frightened than ever. Her fears did not completely stem from the fact that she had never traveled alone before, nor been a governess before—although both of those things would have been enough to send her heart into a frenzy. The true reason she'd returned to her homeland frightened her the most.
Rain misted over her, and she brushed aside the damp curls that framed her face, wondering what to do next. Oh Lord, I feel so alone, so frightened. Where are You? She looked up, hoping for an answer, but the bloated clouds exploded in a torrent of rain that pummeled her face and her hopes along with it. Dashing through the crowd, she ducked beneath the porch of a fish market, covering her nose with a handkerchief against the putrid smell.
People crowded in beside her, an old woman pushing an apple cart, a merchantman with a nose the size of a doorknob, and several seamen, one of whom glared at Dominique from beneath bushy brows and hooded lids. He leaned against a post, inserted a black wad into his mouth, and began chewing, never taking his gaze from her. Ignoring him, Dominique glanced through the sheet of rain pouring off the overhang at the muted shapes moving to and fro. Globs of mud splashed from the puddle at her feet onto her muslin gown. She had wanted to make a good impression on Admiral Randal. What was he to think of his new governess when she arrived covered in filth?
Lightning flashed. The seaman sidled up beside her, pushing the old woman out of the way. "Looking for someone, miss?"
Dominique avoided the man's eyes as thunder shook the tiny building. "No, merci," she said, instantly cringing at her use of French.
"Mercy?" He jumped back in disgust. "You ain't no frog, is you?" The man belched. He stared at her as if he would shoot her right there, depending on her answer.
Terror renewed the queasiness in her stomach. "Of course not."
"You sound like one." He leaned toward her, squinting his dark eyes in a foreboding challenge.
"You are mistaken, sir." Dominique held a hand against his advance. "Now if you please." She brushed past him and plunged into the rain. Better to suffer the deluge than the man's verbal assault. The French were not welcome here, not since the Revolution and the ensuing hostilities caused by Napoleon's rise to power. Granted, last year Britain had signed a peace treaty with France, but no one believed it would last.
Dominique jostled her way through those brave souls not intimidated by the rain and scanned the swarm of carriages vying for position along the cobblestone street. If she did not find a ride to London soon, her life would be in danger from the miscreants who slunk around the port. Hunger rumbled in her stomach as her nerves coiled into knots. Lord, I need You.
To her right, she spotted the bright red wheels of a mail coach that had Royal Mail: London to Dover painted on the back panel. Shielding her eyes from the rain, she glanced up at the coachman perched atop the vehicle, water cascading off his tall black hat. "Do you have room for a passenger to London, monsie—sir?"
He gave her a quizzical look then shook his head. "I'm full."
"I'm willing to pay." Dominique shuffled through her valise and pulled out a small purse.
The man allowed his gaze to wander freely over her sodden gown. "And what is it ya might be willing to pay?"
She squinted against the rain pooling in her lashes and swallowed. Perhaps a coach would be no safer than the port, after all. "Four guineas," she replied in a voice much fainter than she intended.
The man spat off to the side. "It'll cost you five."
Dominique fingered the coins in her purse. That would leave her only ten shillings, all that remained of what her cousin had given her for the trip, and all that remained of the grand Dawson fortune, so quickly divided among relatives after her parents' death. But what choice did she have? She counted the coins, handed them to the coachman, then waited for him to assist her into the carriage, but he merely pocketed the money and gestured behind him. Lifting her skirts, heavy with rain, she clambered around packages and parcels and took a seat beside a window, hugging her valise. Shivering, she tightened her frock around her neck and fought the urge to jump off the carriage, dart back to the ship, and sail right back to France.
Several minutes later, a young couple with a baby climbed in, shaking the rain from their coats. After quick introductions, they squeezed into the seat beside Dominique.
Through the tiny window, the coachman stared at them and frowned, forming a pock on his lower chin. He muttered under his breath before turning and snapping the reins that sent the mail coach careening down the slick street.
The next four hours only added to Dominique's nightmare. Though exhausted from traveling half the night, rest was forbidden her by the constant jostling and jerking of the carriage over every small bump and hole in the road and the interminable screaming of the infant in the arms of the poor woman next to her. She thanked God, however, that it appeared the roads had been newly paved or the trip might have taken twice as long. As it was, each hour passed at a snail's pace and only sufficed to increase both her anxiety and her fear.
Finally, they arrived at the outskirts of the great city capped in a shroud of black from a thousand coal chimneys—a soot that not even the hard rain could clear. After the driver dropped off the couple and their vociferous child on the east side of town, Dominique had to haggle further for him to take her all the way to Hart Street, to which he reluctantly agreed only after Dominique offered him another three precious shillings.
The sights and sounds of London drifted past her window like visions from a time long ago. She had spent several summers here as a child, but through the veil of fear and loneliness, she hardly recognized it. Buildings made from crumbling brick and knotted timber barely held up levels of apartments stacked on top of them. Hovels and shacks lined the dreary alleyways that squeezed between residences and shops in an endless maze. Despite the rain, dwarfs and acrobatic monkeys entertained people passing by, hoping for a coin tossed their way. As the coach rounded one corner, a lavishly dressed man with a booming voice stood in an open booth, proclaiming that his tonic cured every ache and pain known to man.
The stench of horse manure and human waste filled the streets, rising from puddles where both had been deposited for the soil men to clean up at night.
Dominique pressed a hand to her nose and glanced out the other side of the carriage, where the four pointed spires of the Tower of London thrust into the angry sky. Though kings had resided in the castlelike structure, many other people had been imprisoned and tortured within its walls. She trembled at the thought as they proceeded down Thames Street, where she soon saw the massive London Bridge spanning the breadth of the murky river.
Her thoughts veered to Marcel, her only brother—young, impetuous Marcel. Dominique had cared for him after their mother died last year of the fever, and she had never felt equal to the task. Marcel favored their father with his high ideals and visions of heroism, while Dominique was more like their mother, quiet and shy. Marcel needed strong male guidance, not the gentle counsel of an overprotective sister.
So of course Dominique had been thrilled when a distant cousin sought them out and offered to take them both under his care. Monsieur Lucien held the position of ministère de l'intérieur under Napoleon's rule—a highly respectable and powerful man who would be a good influence on Marcel.
Or so she had thought.
The carriage lurched to the right, away from the stench of the river. Soon the cottages and shabby tenements gave way to grand two- and three-level town-homes circled by iron fences.
Dominique hugged her valise to her chest, hoping to gain some comfort from holding on to something—anything—but her nerves stiffened even more as she neared her destination. After making several more turns, the coach stopped before a stately white building. With a scowl, the driver poked his open hand through the window, and Dominique handed him her coins, not understanding the man's foul humor. Did he treat all his patrons this way, or had she failed to conceal the bit of French in her accent?
Climbing from the carriage, she held her bag against her chest and tried to sidestep a puddle the size of a small lake. Without warning, the driver cracked the reins and the carriage jerked forward, spraying Dominique with mud.
Horrified, she watched as the driver sped down the street. He did that on purpose. She'd never been treated with such disrespect in her life. But then, she'd always traveled with her mother, the beautiful Marguerite Jean Denoix, daughter of Edouard, vicomte de Gimois, or her father, Stuart Dawson, a respected admiral in the Royal Navy. Without them by her side, who was she? Naught but an orphan without a penny to her name.
Rain battered her as she stared up at the massive white house, but she no longer cared. Her bonnet draped over her hair like a wet fish, her coiffure had melted into a tangle of saturated strands, and her gown, littered with mud, clung to her like a heavy shroud. She deserved it, she supposed, for what she had come to do.
She wondered if Admiral Randal was anything like his house—cold, imposing, and rigid. Four stories high, it towered above most houses on the street. Two massive white columns stood like sentinels holding up the awning while guarding the front door. The admiral sat on the Admiralty Board of His Majesty's Navy, making him a powerful man privy to valuable information such as the size, location, and plans of the British fleet. Would he be anything like her dear father?
Dominique skirted the stairs that led down to the kitchen. Her knees began to quake as she continued toward the front door. The blood rushed from her head. The world began to spin around her. Squeezing her eyes shut, she swallowed. No, she had to do this. For you, Marcel. You're all I have left in the world.
She opened her eyes and took another step, feeling as though she walked into a grand mausoleum where dead men's bones lay ensconced behind cold marble.
She halted. Not too late to turn around—not too late to run. But Marcel's innocent young face, contorted in fear, burned in her memory. And her cousin Lucien's lanky frame standing beside him, a stranglehold on the boy's collar. "If you prefer your brother's head to be attached to his body, you will do as I request."
A cold fist clamped over Dominique's heart. She could not lose her brother. She continued up the steps though every muscle, every nerve protested. Why me, Lord? Who am I to perform such a task?
Ducking under the cover of the imposing porch, Dominique raised her hand to knock upon the ornately carved wooden door, knowing that after she did, she could not turn back.
Once she stepped over the threshold of this house, she would no longer be Dominique Dawson, the loyal daughter of a British admiral.
She would be a French spy.CHAPTER 2
Admiral Chase Randal sat stiffly by the fire in his drawing room, thumbing through the latest issue of the London Gazette. "Blast these politicians," he cursed aloud to no one in particular. "We cannot cut the fleet now, not with Napoleon threatening us from France." He tossed the paper into the fire and delighted in watching it burn—the only delight he perceived he would have that afternoon. With a sigh, he rose and began to pace across the elaborately woven Chinese rug. Another rainy afternoon in London. He itched for action, not the sedentary life of the city.
If only Sir Thomas Troubridge hadn't fallen ill, then Chase wouldn't have been called to take his place temporarily on the Admiralty Board. Chase wished the man would recover soon so he could get back to sea. Though honored to be chosen, and even more honored to know that the Lord Admiral was considering Chase for a permanent post to the board, Chase hoped that would never come to pass. He couldn't imagine being confined to land for months at a time, especially in London, where memories haunted him at every corner.
He stomped to the tall French windows, straightening his navy coat, and gazed upon the dismal scene through streaks of rain lining the glass. The blurred shape of a woman caught his attention, and he watched her circle around the steps that led down to the kitchen and instead approach the front door. Another beggar—the city was full of them. Why didn't she go down to the kitchen like the other vagrants?
The expected knock echoed through the front parlor, and Chase waited to hear Sebastian, his butler, direct the person to the kitchen, where the cook had been instructed to give handouts to anyone who came asking. But no footsteps sounded in the empty hall. The knock came again. Charging from the drawing room, Chase scanned the dark hallway and down the stairs to the entrance hall. Nobody was in sight.
"Sebastian!" His voice roared through the house, bouncing off walls and fading around corners. Where was that infernal man? If Chase were on his ship, men would be running to attention, all ears straining to hear his next command, but not here, not in his own home. Chase huffed as the silence taunted him from every direction, finally interrupted by another knock on the door.
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I happened on this book one day and decided to buy it, and I'm glad I did! I literally could not put the book down. My only regret was that I read it too fast! Afterwards, I had to hunt down all of Marylu Tyndall's other books, and I've been hooked ever since! Dominique and Chase are such believable characters with real strengths and flaws, and their story is never dull.
This is a wonderful historical Christian fiction. The history is well researched for the time period involved. Moral issues are touched on but things don't get preachy at all. Lots of action, suspense, and intrigue, with plenty of twists and turns. The characters are well developed and true to life and believable. You care about them and want the best for them. Everything is so full of life, the imagery of the settings, plot line, dialogue, you are right there with them every step of the way. This is the first book by Marylu Tyndall I have read, but I am now a big fan for sure! I highly recommend for anyone who likes historical, Christian, romance fiction or anyone for that matter. Outstanding!
This single novel, "The Falcon and the Sparrow", written by MaryLu Tyndall has lots of action, trickery, and romance. The sparrow, Dominique Dawson, is forced to become a spy for France by them keeping her only brother captured. The falcon, Admiral Chase Randal, needs a governess for his son, William, after three years of his deceased wife, so he can still be out at sea. Dominique becomes the governess William needs, but in the process she is also sent to steal the Admiralty documents from Chase's home in London for the French or the French will execute her brother. As time goes on Dominique learns Chase has lost and turned from God, she grows deeply to care for him to help him see the truth again of God, though as she tries she feels her own faith wavers at what she is doing and seeking guidance from God. Read this wonderful historical fiction novel to see what happens with Dominique and Chase throughout this intense adventure!
MaryLu Tyndall creates another romantic historical fiction masterpiece in “The Falcon and the Sparrow”. This tale of espionage, intrigue and romance will take the reader captive from the first page! In the time of Napoleon’s rise to power as Emperor or France, Dominique Dawson is caught between two worlds: her homeland of England and the homeland of her Mother, France. When her brother is captured by Napoleon’s men, she is forced to return to England to spy for France. She secures employment in the home of an Admiral in the British Royal Navy, caring for the young and handsome widower’s son. Will Dominique betray the country she loves, sacrificing the only family she has left on the earth? Or will she learn to love a new family and start over again? MaryLu writes so masterfully, you can smell the Thames River and the staleness of the London underbelly. The characters she creates have such depth, they can almost be heard breathing. The locations are tantalizing, a vicarious vacation for the reader. Her well-woven situations will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page! She even manages to weave Biblical truths throughout the story about doing God’s will, being persistent, and offering/accepting forgiveness. Tyndall’s use of historical figures such as John Newton, adds a dash of credibility to the tale. I highly recommend this wonderful novel!
The Falcon and the Sparrow is not part of a series. Dominique is forced to become a spy for France, in order to save her brother. Chase is still affected by his wife's death and finds it hard to be a father to their son. He also has to battle the advances of Ms. Markham, whom he does not love. Dominique becomes Chase’s son’s governess. Chase falls in love with Dominique, and she with him. Chase is informed there might be a spy in his household, which he cannot believe. Chase starts to lay traps to catch the spy. What will he do when he finds out just who the spy is? I liked this book better than some of MaryLu Tyndall’s other books. It's one I really wish had a follow-up book. This book has a certain flow. It's full of surprises, a very worthwhile read!
I loved it!!! It's definitely one of my faves
Dominique works as a governess for William, whose the son of an Admiral. But Dominique is there for a reason. I liked the writing style and the descriptions of the setting. The book was an interesting read.
This is another wonderful book of MaryLu Tyndall's! I was entertained throughout the whole book and I absolutely loved all of the characters. It was written so well that it almost felt as if I were going through the same emotions and doubts as Dominique, the heroine. I admired Chase and his son, William. Dominique was a great character, and different from a lot of the stereotypical characters you sometimes see in historical fiction. This book kept me up at night, anxious to read about Dominique and Chase's ending. i couldn't stop turning the pages! This was a fantastic read all together.
I almost did not wish to read this novel because it was not in series with the rest of MaryLu Tyndall's novels; however I greatly enjoyed it. The plot line flowed well, and the characters were unique. Tyndall never fails to surprise me with new and even more inspiring and creative pieces of work. Well done
The Falcon and the Sparrow is a delightful novel about romance, war, and intrigue in early 1800's England. While mostly set on land, there is a nautical theme, as the main character takes a job for a British admiral. I thoroughly enjoyed this book, and wish it were part of a series so I could read more about these endearing characters! If you love historical fiction, romance, action and intrigue, England, or just any good book, you will love this one!!
A remarkable story of finding your destiny and overcoming the fear within. Dominique Dawson is a young Frenchwoman who has to act as a spy for France. They hold the one thing that is all she has left, her brother. Dominique must enter the home of Admiral Chase Randal, a formidable man who has a broken and anguished heart. Dominique discovers the admiral is not a man to be trifled with, but she must procure the British papers, otherwise her brother will die. As she plays the governess to the admiral's young son, she loses to her heart to the whole household. Will she ever be able to betray these people she has unwillingly fallen in love with? Chase knows he has a French spy in the midst of his house, but he does not know who. He must find the thief at all costs. He will stop at nothing. What will he do when he finds out the truth? In the middle of all this heart ache and confusion, both find the true meaning of what it means to follow the True Voice within.
One bad decision has put Dominique Dawson's and her brother's lives at stake. Now, she will do whatever is necessary to prevent her brother's untimely death. When she is hired as a governess for the young son of Admiral Chase Randal, she has an opportunity to save her brother's life. Unfortunately, it will mean betraying her country as well as the admiral. Dominique must choose between the family she has quickly come to love or the brother that she has loved for years. Will her faith open a door for her to have both or is she destined to lose all those she loves? The Falcon and the Sparrow by M.L. Tyndall is an excellent book choice for someone who likes romance, mystery and a little suspense. I enjoyed this book and even stayed up reading it until 2:00 am one Saturday night. I simply had to know what happened. Admiral Chase Randall was an intriguing character to me. One moment he would be teasing; another he would be angry or brooding. I did not care for the title of the book. I can see why the author chose it because it describes her two main characters. However, it sounds too much like Lori Wick's book series which is set in the same time period and has titles such as The Hawk and the Jewel.
This book is definitely a page turner. I found myself not being able to put it down. Tyndall threw in romance with a little action and made a great book. I had a lot of fun reading this book and would recommend reading it. It's one of those reads that you can curl up on a rainy day and lose yourself in time and characters.
The Falcon and the Sparrow
Reviewed by Debra Gaynor for ReviewYourBook.com, 12/08
The Falcon and the Sparrow is the story of Dominique Dawson. A cousin holds her brother captive in France; she is determined to win his freedom. Dominique sets sail on a ship bound for England where she meets Admiral Chase Randall. Randall hires her as a governess for his young son. Dominique soon finds herself falling in love with her charge and his father. Nevertheless, she is there on a mission. She is more than a governess; she is a spy. Can she betray the man she comes to love?
M. L. Tyndall¿s faith shines through in her books. The Falcon and the Sparrow is filled with intrigue, romance, and mystery. There are plenty of twists and turns to keep the reader eagerly turning pages. This book is highly entertaining. While the setting is historical, do not expect it to be authentic. This is Christian Romance at its finest.
MaryLu Tyndall is an artist with words. Her newest book, The Falcon and the Sparrow, while very different from the Legacy of the King's Pirates series, is still a masterpiece of romance, history, and intrigue. With historical knowledge, beautiful descriptive writing skills, faith, and passion MaryLu has told a most beautiful love story.
Dominique Dawson, an Englishwoman forced by Lucien Bonaparte, brother of Napoleon, to spy against England in order to save her brother's life, finds herself in the employ of Admiral Chase Randal as a governess. Her task is simple, steal important documents on the British navy and her brother's life will be spared. No one prepared her for the endearing little boy, William; she was to governess, or the handsome, strong widower she was to betray. Struggling with her faith in God and her promise to betray her country Dominique sets to her duty. Admiral Chase Randal would rather be at sea. He is not a landlubber, and especially not since his beloved wife died. He cannot even spend time with his precious son, William, who looks too much like his mother. Yet, when Dominique moves into his house, things change. His heart opens to her, to love and to faith again. Will love have a chance to survive the worst kind of betrayal?
MaryLu Tyndall has once again created characters that will touch your heart and a story that will keep you turning pages well after you should have gone back to your regular work. I highly recommend this book and all of her books. She may be a relatively new author, but she is a treasure.
Winner of the Road to Romance Reviewers Choice award for her novel The Redemption, MaryLu Tyndall deserved it¿and more. Her fiction made her a 2007 nominee for the prestigious Christy Awards. The fact that she did not win means there are some judges due some slaps! Now that her Legacy of the King¿s Pirates series is concluded, Ms Tyndall¿s newest offering, The Falcon and the Sparrow, came available in August. Expect to see her name again on the list of Christy nominees in 2008. If it¿s possible, MaryLu¿s powerful literary skill is like fine wine: it gets even better with time, and can be intoxicating when sampled. She takes you there like nobody else. Walk through the port city of Dover in 1803, a time when Great Britain ruled more of the planet than any other empire before or since. Drink in the accurate sensory imagery of the era through the eyes, ears, and nose of, her main character Dominique Dawson. Poor Dominique is forced to spy for the French at a time when Napoleon seeks to destroy the British fleet. With the twists and turns typical of Tyndall¿s fiction, Dominique¿s stressed arrival has her thrown immediately into a dinner party with London¿s high society. By page thirty, Dominique lurks and eavesdrops to learn whatever she can to save her brother, who¿s held hostage by the French. Like no other author I¿ve read, Tyndall¿s research into her historical setting paint the people and issues of 1803 in amazing colorful detail. This novel¿s intrigue depends on the customs and social etiquette of her characters, the affluent ruling class. What could easily be tedious to a twenty-first century reader, is another page-turner. Rather than my poor attempt to communicate what Tyndall does so well, I prefer to just give samples so you can see for yourself: 'Dominique¿s pulse battered her ears. She dashed around the marble statue at the bottom of the stairs just as heavy boots hammered into the hall. Squinting into the darkness, she rushed into the cover of the murky shadows toward the back of the house, praying no one had seen her. Soon, however, the men¿s boots echoed like claps of thunder up the stairs as they went to join the ladies, letting out a sigh, she leaned against a set of thick double doors and laid a hand upon her heaving chest. Lord, I can¿t even listen in on a conversation without being petrified to death. What kind of spy am I?' Christian fiction can easily be preachy. MaryLu never goes there. Characters¿ faith are all part of the subtext, like the following scene, which takes place just after Dominique is treated horribly by an English Lady: '¿May I ask why you forgave my sister so easily? Her behavior toward you was beyond reproach.¿ The gracious act still baffled him. Why, if they had been men, a duel would have resulted from such a scurrilous affront. She pressed her shawl against her chest. ¿Who am I not to forgive others when I have been forgiven so much?¿ Chase grunted. He assumed she meant by God. ¿And what horrid things could someone so young have done that required forgiveness?¿ ¿¿Tis not so much what we have done, but the condition of our hearts, Admiral. A wrong motive can be just as spiteful as an evil act.¿ Forgiveness. Chase had taught about God¿s forgiveness at church all his life, but he had never felt he was forgiven, had never witnessed anyone else receive forgiveness in a way that changed him, and had never really seen true forgiveness in action. Until that night.' It¿s all about Tyndall¿s characters. You can¿t help but care for them. Like you and I, they¿re real flawed people. Let MaryLu take you to their world as only she can, and enjoy her newest offering: The Falcon and the Sparrow.
Dominique Dawson seems like a timid sparrow when she turns up on Admiral Chase Randal¿s doorstep as his son¿s new governess. Still mourning the death of his beloved wife, Chase has no use for timid women. He wants only to retreat to his life at sea where he¿s most at home and where memories of his wife don¿t haunt him quite so much. Appearances are deceptive, for her courage displays itself in ways that surprise both him and his worldly friends. And she brings joy and light to himself, his servants, and most of all, his young son, who quickly comes to adore her. Dominique indeed feels like a timid sparrow, frightened of her own shadow, when she contemplates what she has come to London to do¿to spy on the unsuspecting Admiral and steal any war secrets he might have on the premises. Reluctantly she has agreed to commit treason against England in order to save her beloved brother, Marcel, who is imprisoned by the French. But the more she comes to love her young charge, William, and more alarmingly, his father the Admiral, the more anguished she is at the pain her betrayal will cause them both. This is an exciting, page-turning romance. The author, Marylu Tyndall, is incredibly skilled at making you feel caught up in the same tangle of deceit that Dominique is facing. I enjoyed the internal struggles and morality questions, as well as the romance. A worthy story. Two thumbs up!
I really enjoyed The Falcon and the Sparrow . The story contained all of the distinct Tyndall elements of depth and mood that I've grown to love and expect from her books. Intrigue, romance, suspense, and passion are always part of Tyndall's plot, which makes them page turners for me. The author successfully tortures her characters by getting them into the worst predicaments, and that always makes for incredible tension. Plus the spiritual element was tightly woven into the story's theme and into characters' lives. I love how people actually changed in the story because they were around Dominique. She was like a light in the house full of nothing by heartache and pain, which is what Christians are called to be--light. This aspect of the story was done amazingly well. The romantic tension rocked as did the kissing scenes! That's often my favorite part of Tyndall's novels. She does a great job of pairing up two very unlikely people with intense conflict between them, which makes for some serious electricity. I dare say the pages of this novel smoked with constrained passion and deep affection. I loved how the Admiral's heart began to thaw and how his son played a key role in the entire story. As usual, this was well done! I've never read a Tyndall novel I haven't thoroughly enjoyed!
M.L. Tyndall is known for her popular King¿s Pirates series. However, in The Falcon and the Sparrow she draws inspiration from the intrigue and elegance of the Napoleonic era. Miss Dominique Dawson, is the daughter of an English admiral and a Frenchwoman. After her parents die, she is left financially destitute and adrift in Paris. She turns to a distant cousin for help, but her hopes of returning to a comfortable life are crushed, when she is forced to make a terrible bargain. To save her younger brother¿s life, Dominique must agree to spy on her homeland. Admiral Chase Randal is landlocked, a temporary replacement for a member of the Admiralty board. Despite the honor, he would much rather be at sea. Ashore he finds too many reminders of the wife he lost. Though struggling with overwhelming grief, Admiral Randal is trying to be a good father to his bright, affectionate son, William. To that end, he hires Dominique Dawson as a governess for the boy. Chase finds the new governess inexplicably timid, but decides to give her a chance for her father¿s sake. Dominique quickly bonds with her young charge, and her heart goes out to his stern father. Against her will, she comes to care for the members of the Randal household ¿especially her employer. Still her brother¿s life is in jeopardy, and Dominique faces her greatest struggle of all in turning her future over to God, and trusting his plans for her. Chase is quickly enchanted by his new governess, but fearful of loving again. He cannot bear the risk of losing someone else. At the same time, the Admiralty is informed that Chase has a spy in his home and he lays a trap to catch any would be traitor. The plot thickens as Dominique and Chase navigate the treacherous seas of society and espionage, and the clock is running out. Anyone who enjoyed Ms. Tyndall¿s first series won¿t be disappointed with this new offering. Her writing is a deft blend of romance and adventure, with an interesting setting and unique characters. In particular, she works hard to make her characters real¿with very human foibles and feelings. I definitely recommend The Falcon and the Sparrow.
Absolute on the edge of your seat, page turner, with unexpected twists and turns full of wonderful action until the end! The Falcon and the Sparrow is a masterful book taking place in London during the Napoleonic wars with France. The imagery presented by Tyndall is incredible. I could picture every scene, the people, places, and the food. I could smell the sea water and rain as well a hint of the other not so pleasant smells. London was given a full picture that agrees with all history I have known so far as being very accurate. After having recently seen the film 'Amazing Grace' and reading the book Once Blind it was nice again in this story to see a dear friend John Newton. This book is incredible. It is definitely on my favorite list. Through out the whole story I was curious and clueless as to how things could and would pan out. I definitely recommend this story for lovers of history, and those who crave adventure. There are espionage attempts, ball room dances, building, danger on the streets of London, sword fights, threats to one' honor and more. Oh it's just fabulous!
In 1803 the French leave Dominique Dawson' with a Hobson¿s choice. She can spy on her beloved homeland England or never see her brother languishing under French incarceration ever again she knows the threat is real and if she fails to do her mission, her sibling will be dead. Dominique obtains work as governess to the son of Royal Navy Rear Admiral Chase Randal of the Royal Navy in order to gather information for Napoleon¿s agents. She pretends being a mouse, which disgusts her new employer, but he begins to notice her lioness ferocity when it comes to his son. Deeply attracted to father and son, Dominique expects someone she loves will die regardless of what she does. ---- This is an intriguing historical romance due to the predicament the heroine must face as she believes she will betray someone she loves regardless of what she does or does not. Readers will enjoy following Dominique¿s anguish as she rationalizes what she must do and even projects her ethical dilemma onto others as a psychological defense mechanism. Still as always M.L. Tyndall provides her fans with an interesting Regency due to the lead female's lament. ---- Harriet Klausner
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Falcon and the Sparrow***** e-book by MaryLu Tyndall Dominique Dawson has become a spy—a reluctant spy; but what choice does she have when the life of her brother is at stake. Can she actually betray England? In order to obtain intelligence information, she takes a governess position for 6 year old William, son of Rear Admiral Chase Randal. Much is at stake, but can she actually gather information and pass it along betraying England or even save her brother? What of the family she works for and has come to care for, how can she betray their trust? MaryLu weaves a gripping story full of secrets, past hurts, betrayal, and espionage; forgiveness, love and faith in God are a big part of the story. Surprising twists and turns bring even more suspense for the characters—and reader. Another great story by MaryLu! ~~I received an e-book copy of this book from the author for my honest review~~
Have you ever read a story so real and so intense that you lost sleep over it? You get to the end of a chapter and can't help but turn the page and keep reading? This novel will have you captivated from the beginning. It deals with a personal struggle that tugs at your heart. Loyalty, betrayal, forgiveness, love......THE BEST MOVIE YOU'VE NEVER SEEN.