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States of Grace (St. Germain Series #18)

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by Chelsea Quinn Yarbro
     
 

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Franzicco Ragoczy di Santo-Germano is a successful merchant in Venice. His lavish lifestyle and rumored cache of magnificent jewels have attracted the wrong sort of attention, and without Santo-Germano's noble—and papal—connections, he might be imprisoned, his property confiscated. Also under surveillance is the vampire's mistress, the lovely and talented

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Franzicco Ragoczy di Santo-Germano is a successful merchant in Venice. His lavish lifestyle and rumored cache of magnificent jewels have attracted the wrong sort of attention, and without Santo-Germano's noble—and papal—connections, he might be imprisoned, his property confiscated. Also under surveillance is the vampire's mistress, the lovely and talented musician Pier-Ariana Salier.
Elsewhere, Ragoczy's publishing business is being investigated by the Inquisition. Erneste van Amsteljaxter, a writer whose intelligence Ragoczy finds attractive, is tarred with the brush of heresy. Ragoczy is trying to help her, when he learns that Pier-Ariana has disappeared.
Back in Venice Santo-Germano finds that his fortune has been embezzled, and that he is accused of kidnapping, and possibly murdering, a young man who had been spying on the vampire and his mistress. Another spy has discovered Santo-Germano's true nature and intends to kill him before he can feast on all of Venice!

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“Rewarding. Subtle intrigue plus details of daily life, publishing and music will keep fans turning the pages.” —Publishers Weekly on States of Grace

“Among the best vampire tales around. Saint-Germain is no ordinary bloodsucker, and his adventures across history are compelling Yarbro's impeccable research brings Reformation Europe vividly to life.Yarbro skillfully builds plot and character through the interpretations of minor characters, both friends and enemies. Fans of historical fiction and vampire tales alike should be enthralled.” —Romantic Times BookClub Magazine Top Pick, 4 ½ stars on States of Grace

Top Pick 4½ stars Romantic Times BookClub Magazine
"Among the best vampire tales around. Saint-Germain is no ordinary bloodsucker, and his adventures across history are compelling."
Publishers Weekly
In Yarbro's rewarding 18th Saint-Germain novel (after 2004's Dark of the Sun), religious conflict makes life dangerous for almost everyone in 1530 Europe, but publishing is a particularly hazardous undertaking. The agents of the doge are spying on Conte di Santo-Germano (as he's known in Venezia), due to his foreignness and role as a publisher. When the count travels from Italy to the Spanish Netherlands to protect his interests there, he leaves behind his lover, Pier-Ariana Salier, a talented musician and composer, confident that his vast wealth will provide for her; however, an embezzler, a clever spy who discovers Saint-Germain's true nature, has other ideas. Subtle intrigue plus details of daily life, publishing and music will keep fans turning the pages. Agent, Irene Kraas. (Sept.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780765313928
Publisher:
Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date:
10/17/2006
Series:
St. Germain Series, #18
Edition description:
First Edition
Pages:
336
Sales rank:
905,571
Product dimensions:
5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.74(d)

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States of Grace

A Novel of Saint-Germain


By Chelsea Quinn Yarbro

Tom Doherty Associates

Copyright © 2005 Chelsea Quinn Yarbro
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-7653-1392-8



CHAPTER 1

"Conte!" the young page Niccola exclaimed sleepily as he stumbled to his feet, rubbing his eyes and trying to appear fully awake. He saw his master step from the shadows into the light of the four blazing torches, a man who seemed to be about forty-five, attractive without being beautiful in the current fashion, his bearing confident but lacking cockiness or arrogance; instead he evinced a self-composure that was both compelling and daunting at once. He was magnificently dressed in black damask silk, a wide fur collar on his broad-shouldered French dogaline-and-doublet, his eclipse device shining on a dark-red satin sash. His dark hair was shorter than the prevailing fashion in Venezia, its loose, dark waves falling just to the edge of his collar, and he was clean-shaven; it was past midnight and most of Venezia lay in darkness, dozing on the out-going tide.

Franzicco Ragoczy di Santo-Germano removed his plumed black hat as he came through the hastily opened door and fixed his astonishing dark eyes on the drowsy page; behind him, the Campo San Luca was limned in the pale wash of light from a gibbous moon, the darkness deeper by contrast to the milky lume. A cold, hard wind polished the night to a jewel-like shine. "Have there been any callers while I was out?"

"A messenger from your warehouses called to leave an inventory from the Gilded Angel, which arrived in port yesterday morning," said Niccola. "No one else. At least, no one I admitted." He put his hand on his chest. "I will not let villains into this house. And I suppose anyone who might call was at the Collegio."

Di Santo-Germano frowned a little. "Nothing from Ulrico Baradin?"

"No, Conte; I'm sorry." The youngster flinched, as if expecting a rebuke or a blow.

The Conte's expression immediately softened. "You have no reason to be sorry. You have done nothing wrong, Niccola, nor has he." He paced his loggia, his black, leg-hugging boots giving sharp reports of his progress. "Who will be on duty in the morning?"

"You mean my duty?" Niccola asked, his uncertainty flaring again.

"Yes: your duty. Who is assigned to man the door?"

Niccola was glad he had the answer. "That would be Enrici; since Rinaldo broke his arm, Enrici has —"

"So long as Enrici does not neglect his other duties, he is a fine choice."

"Rinaldo is grateful to you for setting his arm; he says it is healing straight," Niccola reported as if revealing great news.

"That is good to know: Rinaldo should be ready to resume his work in another ten days, I would think, if his splint holds." Di Santo-Germano stopped by one of the torches and stared at the flame, his dark eyes fixed on some other vision. Finally he blinked, asking, "Is Ruggier still up, do you know?"

"He is in your study, or he was an hour ago," said Niccola in a rush of relief. "He was out earlier, but returned."

Di Santo-Germano started toward the stairs at the far end of the loggia, but stopped. "Niccola, have I ever struck you?"

"No, Conte, never," said the page.

"And have you ever been beaten by anyone in this household?"

"No, Conte," Niccola said, becoming more contrite.

"Then why do you behave at every turn as if you expect such usage?" di Santo-Germano asked, truly curious.

"Because, Conte, it is the custom," said Niccola, his voice dropping with every word.

"Niccola," said di Santo-Germano in a voice that commanded attention; the youth looked up. "It is not the custom with me."

Niccola nodded. "Si, Conte," he muttered, and turned away.

With a single shake of his head, di Santo-Germano made for the stairs, going up them two at a time, for though they were steep, they were also fairly shallow. As he climbed, he tugged off his embroidered gloves of black Fiorenzan leather and thrust them into his broad, ruby-studded belt. At the top of the flight, di Santo-Germano stepped into an odd little hall where two corridors met at right angles; an antique red-lacquer chest and two chairs stood in the broadest part of the hall, the chairs beneath a clerestory window. Taking the corridor leading south, di Santo-Germano went down to the end of it to a beautifully carved door; he opened the latch and entered his study.

"There you are," said the middle-aged man with sandy hair and pale-blue eyes; he spoke a dialect of Roman Latin that had not been heard in more than a thousand years. He was dressed in well-tailored servants' livery of rucked-and-padded dove-gray wool doublet over a white-muslin camisa, distinguished with a silver-edged black shoulder-sash that indicated his high rank in the household; the Conte's eclipse device was embroidered on his sleeve, as it was on all the livery in the household.

"Were you worried?" di Santo-Germano asked in the same tongue as he tossed his hat onto the handsome writing table against the western wall, in front of ceiling-high bookshelves. It was one of three tables in the large, well-appointed room, and it held only a sheaf of papers, an inkpad and standish, and a supply of quills. On the eastern wall, atop a heavy trestle-table, there was an astrolabe, a trio of retorts, two alembics, a beam-scale, a saw-clock, and two large, locked chests. The third table was lower than the other two, and placed in front of the fireplace in the southern wall, opposite the door, to provide a place to entertain guests. On it a pair of handsome branched, bronze candlesticks of Eastern design stood, squat beeswax candles surmounting them both. An upholstered settee and a pair of matched chairs were set around this table.

"No; since Doge Gritti provided you an escort to the Collegio, I assumed all was well," said Ruggier.

"Why would that ease you?" di Santo-Germano asked with an ironic lift of one fine brow. "I would have thought such distinction would have alarmed you, given what we have experienced in the past." In their nearly fifteen hundred years together, di Santo-Germano had been escorted away to an uncertain future nearly a dozen times, as both of them were well aware.

"Ah, but in those cases your escorts were soldiers, not clerks, and Venezia is supposed to be at peace. As far as I or anyone knows, no accusations have been made against you, and there is official toleration of foreigners in La Serenissima," said Ruggier sagely, laying down the two volumes he had been inspecting. "The rest of this edition should be ready in a day or two."

"Excellent," di Santo-Germano approved, his demeanor lightening as he stared at the books. "I take it Giovanni sent those over by messenger while I was out." He wondered why Niccola had not mentioned the arrival of the books, but said nothing of this omission.

"No; I went to find out how much more paper will be needed, and he gave them to me. I brought them back to this house." Ruggier held one of the books out.

Di Santo-Germano took it, running his hand over it as if seeking to absorb its contents by touch alone. "This is very good. The embossing is precise and elegant. The gilding of the page-edges is not overdone, and the trim is very even." He opened the cover and turned to the title page: The Far East, Its Peoples and Customs, it read in Latin. By Germanim. Ragoczy.

"What did you tell the Collegio?" Ruggier regarded di Santo-Germano with interest.

"That I will submit all the books we publish to them for their approval, as I am required to do. I said this second book was a work by my cousin — which they could all comprehend, having cousins of their own — and since Venezia is the city of Marco Polo, I thought it would be most appropriate to publish a book on the parts of the world he explored so long ago, and about which he dictated so many —" He stopped. "You know what I said, or near enough, and fortunately, the Collegio accepted it."

Ruggier set down the book he held. "They believed you?"

"Of course they did," said di Santo-Germano. "I flattered them shamelessly, and praised their erudition: what could they do but accept my terms?"

"You sound disappointed," said Ruggier.

Di Santo-Germano shrugged. "I may be," he allowed, and expanded on this, saying, "It is one thing to be able to set up a press without hindrance, but it is another to gain the good opinion of those under whose auspices the press exists through expected courtship, and appreciation expressed in gifts and gold. When it is necessary to adulate and bribe in order to gain acceptance, some of the satisfaction of producing books is lost."

"You have done that before," Ruggier pointed out. "Why is this any different?"

"Perhaps I'm growing tired of the hypocrisy of it," said di Santo-Germano.

"I think it is that you believe the merit of the works you publish should be obvious, and not require your skill at courtesy to make them unobjectionable," said Ruggier with a knowing nod. "You resent the lack of appreciation."

"Astounding, isn't it?" di Santo-Germano remarked with a crack of self-taunting laughter. "At my age, too, and with all that has happened, I cannot entirely rid myself of such idealism." He had no reason to remind Ruggier that he had been born over thirty-five hundred years ago.

Ruggier stacked the two new books together. "Idealism of any kind after so much time isn't entirely unfortunate, my master."

"No, probably not," said di Santo-Germano, making no effort to disguise his doubts; he went on in a brisker tone, "I understand from Niccola that the inventory from the Gilded Angel has been sent over from the warehouse."

Accepting this change of subject with the philosophical resignation borne of long association, Ruggier went to retrieve a sheaf of papers. "Yes. Captain Carazza has made a notation that they were chased by corsairs a day out of Antioch. Two ships, working together, pursued them for a full five hours. According to Captain Carazza, the weather, which was very rough and blustery, is all that saved them; in heavy seas, his merchants' galleon fared better than the corsairs' lighter craft."

"From which we assume that someone in Antioch told the pirates about what the ship carried and when it would sail," said di Santo-Germano, giving his attention to the pages he was handed. "Three barrels of wine were lost — as a diversionary tactic, do you think?"

"I don't know," said Ruggier, "but it wouldn't surprise me."

"It is one thing to lose a few barrels of wine, and another to lose an entire ship, along with its cargo and crew," said di Santo-Germano, a touch of grimness about his mouth. "I prefer the former."

"As who would not," said Ruggier.

"Given what some of the Collegio were suggesting, I cannot guess," said di Santo-Germano. "They are trying to find a way to persuade the Sultan to ban the taking of hostages for ransom."

Ruggier looked shocked. "Don't they know that will mean any captive will become an Ottomite's slave? Or simply be killed?"

"Apparently not," said di Santo-Germano. "Although I pointed this out to them as tactfully as I could."

"Did they listen at all?" Ruggier asked, knowing the answer from di Santo-Germano's demeanor.

"If I were Veneziano, they might have, but as I am not, they saw no reason to, not about that issue; they were much more concerned about the books I propose to publish, for my shipping business has paid handsomely for the state, and my printing is still under suspicion," said di Santo-Germano. "I brought my accounts to show the taxes I have been assessed have all been paid, and I reminded them I have also paid over five thousand ducats in ransoms for my ships' crews when they have been taken by corsairs, and that every man was returned safely."

"To no avail?"

"To no avail," di Santo-Germano confirmed, and a short, tense silence fell between them.

"Padre Bonnome at San Luca has offered to bless the ship again, before she departs on another voyage," said Ruggier, a bit remotely.

"Padre Bonnome is a clever man, Ruggier," said di Santo-Germano with a brief smile.

"As we have agreed in the past; a great component of the art of quid pro quo," said Ruggier. "For the quid, I said you would like that."

"You were right; no doubt he will inform us what the quo is to be," said di Santo-Germano. "If not for the ship, for the men on her. If they think their God is protecting them, they do not fear to set sail. I will make a donation, of course, to San Luca." He read through the rest of the inventory and notes. "When is the Gilded Angel due to set out again? Is she set for cleaning and refitting or standard patching and repair? I assume, since there is no damage assessment with this report, only standard maintenance is needed."

"That's correct. She's scheduled to go again in ten days, bound for Sicilia, Sardinia, Genova, Barcelona, then on through the Pillars of Hercules to Lisboa, to pick up English wool and Hollander lace from the Evening Star," said Ruggier.

"Do you think I should hire fighting men to sail on her?" Di Santo-Germano gave the sheets of paper to Ruggier.

"Ask Captain Carazza. He'll know what will serve you best," Ruggier recommended.

"It would probably be wise to ask the other seven captains when they get back into port if they want fighting men on their ships. I want each man to be able to decide for himself rather than impose my decision upon them. It wouldn't do to have rivalries develop over protection, considering how intense their rivalries are already." Di Santo-Germano put his small, elegant hands together and stared contemplatively over his fingertips. "Nothing more from Ulrico Baradin, I understand."

"What makes you say that?" Ruggier asked in some surprise.

"Niccola said there was nothing from —"

"Niccola hadn't come on duty yet," said Ruggier. "A messenger came with his quotes for paper and ink. I left them with Giovanni, for his review."

"What manner of prices is he asking?" Di Santo-Germano looked down at the two new books. "My guess is that he has raised them."

"Of course he has. You are a continuing market now that you have produced two books, and he intends to make the most of it." Ruggier rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger and yawned. "Forgive me. I have spent too long staring at sheets of uncorrected type today."

"If you want to rest, do so," said di Santo-Germano.

"Only my eyes are tired," said Ruggier, and prepared to continue.

"Then you should rest them, old friend," said di Santo-Germano, reaching out and laying his hand on Ruggier's shoulder. "There's nothing that can be done before morning, in any case, and San Luca's bells will ring at sunrise. You need not think you'll spend a slothful day — although that would not dismay me."

"As you wish, my master," said Ruggier. "I was beginning to think that I should go find Captain Carazza and bring him here for a report."

"If I know Captain Carazza, he is at Leatrice's house, and would not like being disturbed," said di Santo-Germano. "Leatrice would dislike it, as well."

"He has expensive tastes in women, if he goes to Leatrice," said Ruggier.

"So it would seem," said di Santo-Germano, faint amusement turning the corners of his mouth up. "And if that is the case, I hope he enjoys himself thoroughly."

"So we must hope," said Ruggier, not quite able to conceal the hint of a smirk that played over his lips. "And hope, as well, that he is coherent in the morning."

"That may be too much to wish for," said di Santo-Germano. "He has been at sea for many days; his first night in his home port, you cannot expect him to spend it in penitence."

"No," said Ruggier. "Although that may come."

Di Santo-Germano chuckled. "For his sake, I trust it may." He went and picked up the two new books. "Is Baradin going to come back tomorrow?"

"He said he would, sometime in midafternoon." He shook his head. "He's greedy."

"That he is," said di Santo-Germano with a thoughtful look. "Perhaps I should look elsewhere for my paper and ink. Grav Ragoczy has suppliers in Antwerp and Bruges — perhaps I could avail myself of them, as well."

Ruggier frowned. "Wouldn't that be taking a chance?"

"Why? If I say my relative, the Grav, recommended the suppliers to me —" di Santo-Germano began.

"What if your ruse is discovered? You should be more cautious than you are. If the Collegio discovers that you and the Grav are one in the same — This isn't like Karl-lo-Magne's time, when messages were few and many portions of the country were neglected for years on end," Ruggier interrupted. "Merchants exchange regular correspondence, and rulers have ministers to keep track of all manner of commerce. The Collegio would not look kindly on you having another identity in Protestant countries, particularly an identity as a publisher, for that would cast questions on all you have published here. They would shut down your press, seize your books, and confiscate the goods in your warehouse."

"If they found out. But why should they? They are unaware of my other identities — why should this one attract their attention more than any other?" di Santo-Germano asked. "I will not tell them, nor will you. Who else would know?"

"You are taking a risk," Ruggier admonished di Santo-Germano without apology.


(Continues...)

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Meet the Author

Chelsea Quinn Yarbro is the author of more than twenty novels of the life and times of the Count Saint-Germain and other vampires, including Dark of the Sun, Night Blooming, Midnight Harvest, A Feast in Exile, and the classic Hotel Transylvania. She has also written novels in a wide variety of other genres, including SF, fantasy, mystery, horror, western, and young adult adventure.

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States of Grace 3.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
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harstan More than 1 year ago
In the early sixteenth century Conte Franzicco Ragoczy di Santo-Germano lives a comfortable lifestyle in Venezia, but as the owner of Eclipse Press knows the Church and others spy on him and his mistress, composer Pier-Ariana Salier. However since he has strong connections to the papacy and the aristocracy and the money for bribes he is for the most part left alone. Because of problems in the Spanish owned Netherlands, Saint-Germain as he is known on the continent travels there to protect his business interests when his publishing firm and writer Erneste van Amsteljaxter are accused of heresy. --- To his surprise Ragoczy finds himself attracted to Erneste and vows to keep her safe just like he does for his lover back in Venezia. However, a clever person learns the vampiric secret of Saint-Germain and much more that enables this thief to embezzle the vampire¿s fortune. Upon coming home, he is accused of murder so with his loyal servant Ruggier the Conte seeks to uncover the identity of the agent who stole his fortune and has set him up to take the fall. --- STATES OF GRACE is as much a great historical novel as it is the usual fantastic Saint-Germain thriller as the insightful story line provides a vivid window on early sixteen century Europe during a time of religious upheaval. Thus the ¿prime¿ plot involving the vampire trying to regain all he lost takes a back seat to the vibrant look at the publishing industry, heresy proclamations, and religious assaults on the papacy. Still, this is a fine tale with more historical background than most of the author¿s backlist. --- Harriet Klausner
Guest More than 1 year ago
The book is very well-written, the time period is fascinating, and I even liked some of the secondary characters. But, the book didn't have any real tension. Saint-Germain seemed more of an observer than an actor--a total waste of a vibrant, powerful character. Roger was even less involved. The book read like a 101 World Civ discussion of religious and political implications of the printing press. This isn't my least favorite of the Saint-Germain novels (Communion Blood has that dishonor), but it's close. I'm glad this wasn't my first experience with Saint-Germain. Yarbro's best work with this series is when she writes either a 'buddy' novel concentrating on the friendship between Saint-Germain and Roger, or when she writes a powerful romance. This book doesn't have the comradarie of the buddy novel or the passion of the romance. It's just an outside observer's journal of an interesting time.
Guest More than 1 year ago
And that arresting imagery is just one nibble, so to speak, of the many delicious morsels Chelsea Quinn Yarbro¿s latest Saint-Germain novel has to offer. A testament to the adage, `Quality, not Quantity¿, in roughly 100,000 words, Yarbro is able to pen a gripping, engaging, and evocative tale that reads more like a long-short story, than a stand-alone novel, which isn¿t such a bad thing. The pacing is even, the characters, developed just enough, and the story, tight. The atmosphere is lush, the backdrop, like a work of art, and Saint-Germain is at his sexiest in this gothic tale of mystery and romance. Which are my only real complaints. The plot is a bit sparse: Saint-Germain, now the owner of Eclipse Press, is summoned away from Venice, where he¿s been operating his publishing company, to the Spanish occupied Netherlands, where the political climate is tense, to say the least. Events converge and conspire to cause upheaval, hence his return to Venice to even more bad luck. Once again, his faithful manservant Roger is at the ready, and there are the familiar slate of spies, suspects, and damsels in distress to help complicate matters even further. As any true follower of the series knows, Yarbro can spin a yarn like nobody¿s business. With its historical acumen, crystalline prose, and tragic irony, The Saint-Germain series is famous for its generous text and attention to detail. However, what I found missing this time around was the usual expansion of secondary characters that normally help support both the cleverly placed red-herrings and tricky plot developments. Because of the shortened word-count, some of that, understandably, had to be sacrificed. By the time I¿d gotten to the last page, I felt as if I was at an all-you-can-eat buffet, and they¿d just run out of crab-legs. But no matter: ¿States of Grace¿ is an enjoyable read nonetheless, and in many ways, reminds me of one of my favorites, ¿Darker Jewels¿. It¿s a most worthy addition to the series that long-time fans and new readers alike will find much to their `taste¿. I know I did. I just wanted a bit more to chew on.