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1593 London. English spies are being murdered across the city. The killer's next target: Will Swyfte. With enemies on every side, the spy may find that even his vaunted skills are no match for the supernatural power arrayed against him.

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1593 London. English spies are being murdered across the city. The killer's next target: Will Swyfte. With enemies on every side, the spy may find that even his vaunted skills are no match for the supernatural power arrayed against him.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
Praise for The Silver Skull (Swords of Albion 1):

"In a year of outstanding fantasies, The Silver Skull may just be one of the best so far." -Monsters and Critics
"Fantastic-keeper." 4 1/2 stars
-RT Book Reviews

"One of the funnest books we have read. Period. Imagine a James Bond story, but way more awesome, set in an alternate Elizabethan England. This is what you get in this book.... The Silver Skull reads at breakneck speed and never relents."
-Elitist Book Reviews

"Smart, fun, at times surprisingly moving, and occasionally downright shocking, The Silver Skull is impossible to put down."
-Realms of Fantasy

"There are times when you read a book that's so amazing to you that you feel the author had you personally in mind when he wrote it, and that's exactly how I feel about Mark Chadbourn's The Silver Skull.... This is a must read, and is my favorite book so far this year."
-Fantasy Literature

Library Journal
The Black Death scours 16th-century England, Elizabeth I seems strangely distant from her country's troubles, and someone is killing the spies who keep information about England's enemies flowing to the palace. When Will Swyfte, England's most notorious spy, learns of the death of his friend, the playwright and spy Christopher Marlowe, he vows to pursue the murderer even if the trail leads to the Unseelie Court, the nation's most dangerous foe. Swyfte's (The Silver Skull) second adventure not only explores court schemes but also draws a poignant portrait of a man whose plays once rivaled those of Shakespeare and whose literary career ended in a senseless tragedy. VERDICT Meticulous attention to detail and a seamless blend of magic and intrigue make this sequel essential for alternate history aficionados and period history buffs.
Kirkus Reviews

Addition to Chadbourn's dark historical fantasy series (followingThe Silver Skull, 2009) set in the waning years of England's Elizabethan age.

In 1593, the Black Death stalks London's fetid streets, while suitably dark intrigues swirl about England's spymasters. Following the death of spymaster-in-chief Sir Francis Walsingham, Will Swyfte, "England's greatest spy," reports to Sir Robert Cecil. Unfortunately, Cecil, preoccupied with personal prestige and defeating the contrivances of the Earl of Essex's rival spy network, refuses to listen to Will's terrible news. English spies—an overabundance of spies indeed—are being murdered in ritual fashion consistent with some deeply hidden strategy of the Unseelie Court: the Fay with all their evil magic are about to spring a trap to engulf not just England but all of Europe. Having uncovered the details, Christopher Marlowe, playwright, spy and Will's greatest friend, hides in fear of his life, not daring to appear even for the first performance of his latest play,Dr. Faustus.Indeed, during the performance, somebody summons a devil that clamps itself to Will's psyche. When Marlowe is found murdered in a gambling den, Will, with few allies, must join forces with the spirited but treacherous Irish spy Meg O'Shee, the exiled magician Dr. John Dee and a mysterious cabal of plotters that calls itself the School of Night. While individual scenes are often memorable, the characters are not, and the overall design sinks beneath the smothering weight of detail and improbably tortuous plotting. The lack of originality doesn't help.

So much happens to so little effect that none of it really matters.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781616142544
  • Publisher: Prometheus Books
  • Publication date: 2/1/2011
  • Series: Swords of the Albion , #2
  • Pages: 370
  • Sales rank: 1,289,814
  • Product dimensions: 5.90 (w) x 8.90 (h) x 0.90 (d)

Meet the Author

A two-time winner of the British Fantasy Award, Mark Chadbourn is the critically-acclaimed author of sixteen novels and one non-fiction book. A former journalist, he is now a screenwriter for BBC television drama.

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By Mark Chadbourn

Prometheus Books

Copyright © 2011 Mark Chadbourn
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-61614-254-4

Chapter One

The man, dangerous and controlled, was moving through what felt like a dream, with devils and wolves, cats and dragons, dolls and jesters on every side. Fantastical faces peered at him from the growing shadows, gloved hands rising to mouths in surprise or intrigue or desire.

An excited chatter of anticipation buzzed through the upper gallery of the Rose Theatre that evening. Amid the heady atmosphere of timber, fresh plaster, perfume, and sweat, the masked guests parted to allow the man through, their whispered comments following wherever he went: "Spy ... spy ... England's greatest spy."

The evening's entertainment was yet to begin, but the Rose was already full. The carriages and horses had been arriving in a steady stream under the late-afternoon sun that flooded Bankside's green fields and dusty roads with a warm, golden haze. The women had alighted in their flat-fronted bodices and divided overskirts in popinjay blue, or sunset orange, or lusty-gallant red, the celebratory colours sending a message of defiance in those dark times. The men wore quilted doublets and flamboyant white ruffs, peasecod bellies, jerkins in cloth of silver and half-compass cloaks. Their colours were more muted, greens and blacks and browns, but the sumptuous velvet and silk embroidered with gleaming gold spoke of that same defiance. The court of Queen Elizabeth, in all its glory, would not be bowed.

The spy, Will Swyfte, was a storm cloud amid the summery festivities, unmasked, dressed all in black, quilted doublet embroidered with silver, a jerkin of fine Spanish leather, and a cloak. His black hair reached to the nape of his neck, his moustache and chin hair trimmed that very day. His eyes too appeared black. He quietly cursed the ornate masks that hid the faces of the good men and women of England as they hung over the wooden rails of the upper galleries. He couldn't see their eyes with any clarity, and certainly couldn't identify any potential threat that might lurk there. And threat there was aplenty, all around London.

Underneath the musk of the crowd, the man caught the fragrant whiff of the numerous concoctions of herbs carried to ward off the terrible death. It was a pleasant change from the sickeningly sweet stink of rot that hung over the city like a permanent autumn fog.

Pausing at the rail, the spy peered across the well of the theatre to the yard in front of the stage. The audience was lit by the dying rays of the sun falling through the central, open area of the thatched roof. The black-garbed man studied the red-brick and timber frame of the many-sided theatre, noting the best vantage points for spying, the escape routes, the places where a life could be taken without drawing too much attention. Even in that crowded, confined space throbbing with noise, death could wait patiently for an opportunity.

"Still no sign of Master Marlowe." It was Nathaniel Colt, the spy's assistant, also unmasked. Eyes bright and inquisitive, he was smaller and younger than his master, slim and wiry, with a thin, tufty beard and moustache that made him appear younger still. "I would have thought he'd rather lose his writing hand than miss his own first night."

"Kit is a mercurial soul. He very rarely takes the path one would expect. Though I have not seen him for several days now, I have never known him to miss the opportunity for applause."

Or to pass on the vital secrets he promised three days ago, Will thought. The playwright's hastily scrawled message had implied news of great importance, and a great threat, too.

"Why pass on information here?" Nathaniel pressed. "Why tonight? What could be so important that it could not be conveyed within the safe walls of one of the palaces, or at his own residence, or in one of the many vile and disgusting establishments you and Master Marlowe enjoy?"

The older man had already considered all those questions. "I will ask Kit when he arrives. In the meantime, Nat, enjoy this fine entertainment that he and Master Henslowe have provided for us."

With a shrug, the assistant returned his attention to the stage. "There is still some novelty to be found in these theatres, I suppose," he muttered. "When Master Henslowe built the Rose six years ago, I doubted his business acumen. The Bankside inn-yards had always provided a serviceable venue for plays."

"Master Henslowe is sharp as a pin when it comes to matters of gold." Will leaned on the rail, continuing to search the audience for any sign of threat: a hand raised too fast here, a man skulking away from his companions there. He knew his instincts were rarely wrong and he could feel some unseen threat lurking in the theatre. But where? "He bought this land for a song, here on the river's marshy borders. And the theatre is close to the many earthy attractions of Europe's greatest city, the brothels and the bear-baiting arenas, the inns and gaming dens. There is always an audience to hand."

"Then he must be doubly pleased that Master Marlowe insisted his first night be held here, for an audience of the court only. With the theatres all closed by order of the lord mayor because of this damnable sickness, Master Henslowe's purse must be crying for mercy."

"The aristocracy are starved of good entertainment in these plague-days and for a new Marlowe they will clearly travel even unto the jaws of death."

Will's eye was caught by a subtle nod of the head at the rear of the gallery where the lamps had just been lit. John Carpenter waited there, scowling. His fingers unconsciously leapt to the hair that hid the jagged scar running down the left side of his face, the bear that had attacked him in Muscovy never forgotten.

Pushing his way through the audience, Will nodded to his fellow spy. "Anything?"

Carpenter grunted. "I do not understand why we take such measures. Who in their right mind would strike in such a crowded place?"

"An attack here would send a message to the queen and the Privy Council that nowhere is safe." Will looked out across the masked audience filling the upper gallery. Though he was half hidden by shadows, one cat-masked woman in emerald bodice and skirts turned to look at him directly. Even with the disguise, Will recognised Grace, the young woman he had been charged to protect and the sister of his own missing love, Jenny. "Kit's message implied a mounting danger. We take no risks."

Carpenter shook his head with frustration. "The queen is safe and sound in Nonsuch. A few popinjays make poor targets."

"You have somewhere better to be?" Will gave a wry smile. "With Alice Dalingridge, perhaps?"

The scarred man looked away, his cheeks colouring. "Who do you fear? The Spanish? Papists? Or our true Enemy? The Unseelie Court have not been active for many months."

"Which is when they are at their most dangerous." In his mind's eye, Will saw white faces and churchyard eyes emerging from the night-mist on a lonely moor. Those foul creatures still haunted England's dreams, and, he feared, always would.

Further along the upper gallery, the good men and women of the court surged back from an area beneath one of the lamps. Angry shouts rose up.

"Come!" Drawing his blade, Will raced along the outer wall of the gallery. Carpenter followed close at his heels.

The two men found their ally, Robert, earl of Launceston, pressed against the plaster, three sword points at his neck. His unnaturally pale face loomed out of the shadows like a ghost's, the absence of colour in his grey woollen cloak and doublet only adding to his macabre appearance.

His three opponents eyed the two newly arrived men, contemptuous smiles creeping onto their lips. "England's greatest spy," the leader sneered.

Will recognised the wiry, redheaded man. Tobias Strangewayes, the most prominent agent of the new band of spies the earl of Essex had established to rival the traditional secret service. He was a proficient swordsman, but he had a hot temper that meant he would never be a master with the rapier.

"Leave him be," Carpenter growled.

When the scarred spy made to advance, Will held him back with an outstretched arm, although they both shared an equal contempt for Strangewayes and his men. In a court now riven by factions, Essex's rival group only served to distract attention from the true threats facing England. "Now, now, John. There are only three of them. Why, that is no challenge for Robert."

"Perhaps another time." Launceston's voice was as devoid of emotion as his face. "A little aid would not go amiss at this moment."

Strangewayes's eyes were black slits. "I warned your man that if he spoke to me again there would be a reckoning. Your master may tolerate his unnatural tastes, but I do not have to." He circled the tip of his rapier a finger's width from Launceston's neck.

"You profess a moral stance yet act like a rogue. Would you spill the blood of an unarmed man here, in full view of women? Even spies like you must abide by the law." Frustrated that he was dealing with this conflict instead of searching for the real threat, Will's voice hardened and he levelled his rapier at the redheaded man.

"I can beat you in a fair fight, Swyfte." Strangewayes moistened his lips, but Will could see the uncertainty in his darting eyes.

"Leave Launceston alone." Carpenter took another step forwards. "He is a better man than you."

"Better than me?" The rival spy gave a mocking laugh. "Better at killing innocents, and wallowing in their final suffering. He is a devil, with no morals, who deserves to be removed from this life."

"We are all devils in our own way, Master Strangewayes," Will said, "and you prove it by passing such harsh judgement on a fellow man, with no evidence but hearsay and old wives' gossip."

The spy's attention was caught by a flash of ostentatious white brocade and lace as a man in a ram's mask swaggered from the audience. "Your day has passed, Master Swyfte," the man boomed. He removed his mask to reveal the master of the rival spies, Robert Devereux, earl of Essex, who considered himself the most handsome man at court. "Your master, Sir Robert Cecil, is proving a poor defender of the realm and a most unfortunate replacement for the sadly missed Sir Francis Walsingham. His spies—your companions, sir!—have failed time and again to win an advantage for England in Spain, or in Flanders."

"Your analysis, as ever, is passionately voiced, sir," Will said with a bow, "though I fear not all the details of our great successes have been brought to your attention."

With a fixed smile, Essex held Will's gaze for a long moment, searching for any hint of the disrespect he knew was there. "You would do well to study Tobias here, Master Swyfte. He is the future," he said with a hearty laugh, clapping his redheaded favourite on the shoulder.

Strangewayes grinned.

Will could feel Carpenter and Launceston bristle beside him. "I have always said Master Strangewayes is a lesson to us all."

Sensing that his authority was close to being undermined, Essex grunted and replaced his mask. FlashingWill a guarded look, he strode back into the audience.

The black-garbed spy stepped past Carpenter, and with a flourish brought his blade under Strangewayes's sword, flicking it away from Launceston. "If you wish to fight, then let's have at it."

Uneasy now he had lost the upper hand, the rival spy glanced around and saw the rows of masked faces turned towards him. Slowly, he lowered his sword, then sheathed it. "My master was correct. Your time has passed, Master Swyfte." He sniffed, pretending he was bored with the confrontation. "England no longer needs you. And if you do not see the truth in that statement now, you soon will. Come, lads." He turned on his heel and pushed through the audience with his two men close behind.

Will sheathed his sword. "You have a knack of finding trouble in the most unlikely places, Robert."

"Is this what it has come to?" Unable to contain his bitterness, Carpenter bunched his fists and ranged around his companions. "We fight among ourselves while England slowly falls around us?"

"These are dark days indeed, and they could get quickly darker if we do not uncover the threat that may lie within these walls." Will held a hand out to the earl. "Robert, there is still no sign of Kit?"

"The doormen say Marlowe paid a brief visit earlier this day, wearing a hood to hide his identity. He stayed only a short while, and gave new directions to the players before departing," Launceston replied in a voice so quiet it was barely audible under the buzzing of the audience.

Will felt a deep foreboding. "Speak to the players," he ordered. "Find out what Kit did here this day and why he left in such a hurry. Quickly, now!"


Excerpted from THE SCAR-CROW MEN by Mark Chadbourn Copyright © 2011 by Mark Chadbourn. Excerpted by permission of Prometheus Books. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Posted February 5, 2011

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    The Scar-Crow Men is a great late sixteenth century otherworldly alternate English thriller

    In 1593 in London, Queen Elizabeth seems preoccupied though none of her inner circle of advisors knows about what as her Highness ignores the plight of her people as the Black Plague runs unchecked across the kingdom. While she hides behind the palace walls, an unknown adversary is methodically assassinating her spies with the new chief unconcerned unlike his late predecessor the late Sir Francis Walsingham who would have went after the killer.

    When a devil appears looking like Will Swyfte's beloved Jenny in the middle of the opening production of Christopher Marlowe's Dr. Faustus, the agent further is stunned as the imp gives him a personal message. Even more shocking is when his friend and spy Marlowe is murdered. Will vows to identify the killer and bring this person to justice, his style, although he believes he knows his inquiry into the homicides of the spies especially that of his friend will lead to the Queen's most dangerous and bitterest enemy the Unseelie Court.

    The sequel to the Silver Skull is a superb Elizabethan fantasy that effortlessly blends the paranormal with the historical. For instance, the background has the Black Plague ravaging London with the source quite fascinating and uses Marlowe's unexplained death in 1593 as pivotal point in the novel. Readers will relish Swyfte's swift descent into hell as he has no allies even among the spies and faces incredibly powerful enemies who set in motion the supernatural and natural scheme to eliminate Elizabeth years ago. The Scar-Crow Men is a great late sixteenth century otherworldly alternate English thriller.

    Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted January 26, 2011

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    Not book's book 1

    This is not a review. I just wanted to point out that this is Book ONE of the series and not Book TWO. Can someone at bn [dot] com change that? However I will be picking this book up at my local B&N sometime this week.

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