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Stormbringers (Order of Darkness Series #2)

Stormbringers (Order of Darkness Series #2)

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by Philippa Gregory, Fred van Deelen (Illustrator)

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The second book in a YA quartet filled with intrigue, mystery, and romance, from #1 New York Times bestselling author Philippa Gregory.

The year is 1453, and the end of the world is closer than ever.

As Luca and Isolde continue their journey, their attraction grows with each passing day. Even as they try to remain focused on the mysteries


The second book in a YA quartet filled with intrigue, mystery, and romance, from #1 New York Times bestselling author Philippa Gregory.

The year is 1453, and the end of the world is closer than ever.

As Luca and Isolde continue their journey, their attraction grows with each passing day. Even as they try to remain focused on the mysteries they’ve been ordered to investigate, the tension between them builds.

Their budding, illicit relationship is put on hold when a boy, Johann, and his army of children arrive in town. Johann claims to have divine orders to lead the children across Europe to the Holy Land, and the townspeople readily accept his claims. Luca wants to believe, but his training tells him to question everything...but when Johann’s prophecy begins to come true, Luca wonders if they have finally stumbled upon a real miracle.

Yet even the greatest miracles have the potential for darkness…and the chaos that follows Johann is unlike anything anyone could have imagined.

The second in Philippa Gregory’s four-book series delves further into a forbidden romance and an epic quest as secrets about The Order of Darkness are finally revealed...

Editorial Reviews

Children's Literature - Kim Dare
This second installment in the “Order of Darkness” series finds Luca and Isolde continuing to travel through fifteenth century Italy. While they travel for different purposes—Luca as an inquirer into signs of the End of Days for the Pope, and Isolde to reclaim the inheritance that her brother stole—they have fallen in love, and neither likes to think of the day that their paths will separate. Luca’s traveling companion, Brother Peter, believes that Isolde and her maid Ishraq create unnecessary distraction, but grudgingly allows the women to stay with them. They reach the village of Piccolo with plans to stay overnight and sail to Croatia the next day, but those plans change when the small town is overrun by a pilgrimage of children on their way to Jerusalem. Luca is fascinated by the visions of their charismatic leader, Johann the Good, and is ready to put aside his orders and accompany the boy. When the tide ebbs dramatically, revealing the ocean floor, Johann’s prophesy that the seas will part as they did for Moses seems to be fulfilled. Alas, as the hundreds of children make their way across the dry ocean bed, a huge wave appears and all of the water that had receded rushes back, sweeping up the children and flooding the village. The devastation that is left in its wake leaves the group stunned, especially as Luca’s manservant Freize is among the missing. The village is still mourning the dead when a slave galley from Istanbul, damaged by the tsunami, pulls into port. While its captain, Radu Bey, does not pose an immediate threat, his introduction sets the stage for coming struggles involving Luca’s mysterious patron, Milord, who makes an appearance toward the end of this volume. Despite some uneven pacing, this will appeal to readers who like their historical fiction with a touch of magic. Reviewer: Kim Dare; Ages 14 up.
VOYA - Suanne B. Roush
Continuing the story begun in Changeling (Simon Pulse, 2012/Voya August 2012), Luca and his companions, once again joined by Isolde and Ishraq, find themselves traveling together, this time bound to Zagreb—he to seek out more signs of the End of Days, and the girls to find Isolde's godfather in the hope he can help her reclaim the inheritance stolen by her brother. During a stop in Piccolo they find themselves witness to the pilgrimage of the Children's Crusade, led by a charismatic Swiss goatherd. Johann's prophecies convince Luca and his party to abandon their previous orders and follow Johann and his band to Jerusalem. While making preparations, the area is devastated by an earthquake and then a tidal wave, which washes Johann and many of his followers out to sea. Reeling from these events, a new threat is added to the mix: an Ottoman slave ship arrives, begging a replacement for their storm-damaged mast. While repairs are being made, the Ottoman captain, Radu Bey, tempts Luca with the knowledge to be gained by coming to Constantinople and a warning to not trust his brother when they meet him, even though he has returned to his homeland and embraced Christianity. As his repaired ship is leaving, a distraught Milord, the head of Luca's Order of Darkness, arrives, demanding they stop Bey's ship and declaring him a devil. While the first book of this series is intriguing, this one disappoints. The writing is uneven, veering from the clunky "train her up" to phrases and scenes (one of them rather homoerotic) usually found in bodice-ripper romances. Purchase this title where the first book in the series is popular. Reviewer: Suanne B. Roush
School Library Journal
Gr 9 Up—It is 1453, and Luca Vero is an inquirer, sent by the head of a mysterious order to investigate signs of the End of Days. In this sequel, Luca and his companions, his servant, Freize; the Lady Isolde and her servant, Ishraq; and the clerk and recorder Brother Peter, continue their journey across Europe. Although the pace is slow in the beginning, reflecting the pace of the travelers, the action explodes midway when a tsunami drowns hundreds of children on a pilgrimage lead by the prophet Johann. This cataclysmic event focuses the reader on the novel's philosophical motif: the clash of reason and belief, science and superstition. Each character embodies aspects of this debate, principally Ishraq, a half-Arabic scholar, representing science and reason, and Luca, who, despite his role of church inquirer, appears on the verge of questioning his beliefs and his mission. There is also the leader of the Order of Darkness, willing to use any means to root out and defeat the infidel Ottoman Empire, which his order believes is responsible for the End of Days. Gregory has crafted a novel full of depth and texture that stands on its own. Readers who have not read the first book will be inspired to do so after finishing this one and will eagerly await the next installment.—Nina Sachs, Walker Memorial Library, Westbrook, ME
Kirkus Reviews
The second volume of a projected quartet of historical/paranormal novels is as sloppy as the first, Changeling (2012). Five disparate characters travel through 1453 Italy together: Isolde, kept from her own lands by her brother; Ishraq, her companion, close as a sister; Luca, novice member of a secret papal order; Freize, Luca's amiable and intelligent manservant (and the only fully realized and attractive character); and Brother Peter, who seeks to keep them all in line. Brother Peter and Luca are seeking signs of the end of days, and the young women are headed toward Isolde's godfather for assistance. They happen upon a band of child crusaders certain the waters will part for them to walk to Jerusalem. In the one compelling moment of storytelling, a tsunami sweeps the children and much of a seaside town away. The townspeople behave like a cardboard mob, first praising those who survive, then accusing Isolde and Ishraq of bringing the great wave. Those two girls, inseparable as companions, suddenly have a vicious fight (over Luca). The story concludes, with little progress made, in a scene, between Luca and a lord of the secret order, that is probably meant to be creepily erotic but ends up only creepy. As before, Gregory mixes odd nomenclature and modern phrasing ("Saved our bacon at Vittorito," Frieze says of Muslim Ishraq) into the unfocused plot. Another miss, and we're only halfway through the series. (Historical fiction. 14-18)

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Simon Pulse
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Order of Darkness Series , #2
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The five travelers on horseback on the rutted track to Pescara made everyone turn and stare: from the woman who brought them weak ale in a roadside inn, to the peasant building with a hewn stone wall by the side of the road, to the boy trailing home from school to work in his father’s vineyard. Everyone smiled at the radiance of the handsome couple at the front of the little cavalcade, for they were beautiful, young and—as anyone could see—falling in love.

“But where’s it all going to end, d’you think?” Freize asked Ishraq, nodding ahead to Luca and Isolde as they rode along the ruler-straight track that ran due east toward the Adriatic coast.

It was golden autumn weather and, though the deeply scored ruts in the dirt road would be impassable in winter-time, the going was good for now, the horses were strong and they were making excellent time to the coast.

Freize, a square-faced young man with a ready smile, only a few years older than his master Luca, didn’t wait for Ishraq’s response. “He’s head over heels in love with her,” he continued, “and if he had lived in the world and ever met a girl before, he would know to be on his guard. But he was in the monastery as a skinny child, and so he thinks her an angel descended from heaven. She’s as golden haired and beautiful as any fresco in the monastery. It’ll end in tears, she’ll break his heart.”

Ishraq hesitated to reply. Her dark eyes were fixed on the two figures ahead of them. “Why assume it will be him who gets hurt? What if he breaks her heart?” she asked. “For I have never seen Isolde like this with any other boy. And he will be her first love too. For all that she was raised as a lady in the castle, there were no passing knights allowed, and no troubadours came to visit singing of love. Don’t think it was like a ballad, with ladies and chevaliers and roses thrown down from a barred window; she was very strictly brought up. Her father trained her up to be the lady of the castle and he expected her to rule his lands. But her brother betrayed her and sent her to a nunnery. These days on the road are her first chance to be free in the real world—mine too. No wonder she is happy.

“And, anyway, I think that it’s wonderful that the first man she meets should be Luca. He’s about our age, the most handsome man we’ve—I mean she’s—ever met; he’s kind, he’s really charming and he can’t take his eyes off her. What girl wouldn’t fall in love with him on sight?”

“There is another young man she sees daily,” Freize suggested. “Practical, kind, good with animals, strong, willing, useful . . . and handsome. Most people would say handsome, I think. Some would probably say irresistible.”

Ishraq delighted in misunderstanding him, looking into his broad smiling face and taking in his blue honest eyes. “You mean Brother Peter?” She glanced behind them at the older clerk who followed leading the donkey. “Oh no, he’s much too serious for her, and besides he doesn’t even like her. He thinks the two of us will distract you from your mission.”

“Well, you do!” Freize gave up teasing Ishraq and returned to his main concern. “Luca is commissioned by the Pope himself to understand the last days of the world. He’s been sent out with a mission to understand the end of days. If it’s to be the terrible day of judgment tomorrow or the day after—as they all seem to think—he shouldn’t be spending his last moments on earth giggling with an ex-nun.”

“I think he could do nothing better,” Ishraq said stoutly. “He’s a handsome young man, finding his way in the world, and Isolde is a beautiful girl just escaped from the rule of her family and the command of men. What better way could they spend the last days of the world than falling in love?”

“Well, you only think that because you’re not a Christian but some sort of pagan,” Freize returned roundly, pointing to her pantaloons under her sweeping cape and the sandals on her bare feet. “And you lack all sense of how important we are. He has to report to the Pope for all the signs that the world is about to end, for all the manifestations of evil in the world. He’s young, but he is a member of a most important Order. A secret Order, a secret papal Order.”

She nods. “I do, so often, lack a sense of how very important men are. You do right to reproach me.”

He heard, at once, the ripple of laughter in her voice, and he could not help but delight in her staunch sense of independence. “We are important,” he insisted. “We men rule the world, and you should have more respect for me.”

“Aren’t you a mere servant?” she teased.

“And you are—a what?” he demanded. “An Arab slave? A scholar? A heretic? A servant? Nobody seems to know quite what you are. An animal like a unicorn, said to be very strange and marvelous but actually rarely seen and probably good for nothing.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said comfortably. “I was raised by my dark-skinned beautiful mother in a strange land to always be sure who I was—even if nobody else knew.”

“A unicorn, indeed,” he said.

She smiled. “Perhaps.”

“You certainly have the air of a young woman who knows her own mind. It’s very unmaidenly.”

“But of course, I do wonder what will become of us both,” she conceded more seriously. “We have to find Isolde’s godfather’s son, Count Wladislaw, and then we have to convince him to order her brother to give back her castle and lands. What if he refuses to help us? What shall we do then? However will she get home? Really, whether she’s in love with Luca or not is the least of our worries.”

Ahead of them, Isolde threw back her head and laughed aloud at something Luca had whispered to her.

“Aye, she looks worried sick,” Freize remarked.

“We are happy, Inshallah,” she said. “She is easier in her mind than she has been in months, ever since the death of her father. And if, as your Pope thinks, the world is going to end, then we might as well be happy today and not worry about the future.”

The fifth member of their party, Brother Peter, brought his horse up alongside them. “We’ll be coming into the village of Piccolo as the sun sets,” he said. “Brother Luca should not be riding with the woman. It looks . . .” He paused, searching for the right reproof . . . .

“Normal?” Ishraq offered impertinently.

“Happy,” Freize agreed.

“Improper,” Brother Peter corrected them. “At best it looks informal, and as if he were not a young man promised to the Church.” He turned to Ishraq. “Your lady should ride alongside you, both of you with your heads down and your eyes on the ground, like maidens with pure minds, and you should speak only to each other, and that seldom and very quietly. Brother Luca should ride alone in prayer, or with me in thoughtful conversation. And, anyway, I have our orders.”

At once, Freize slapped his hand to his forehead. “The sealed orders!” he exclaimed wrathfully. “Any time we are minding our own business and going quietly to somewhere, a pleasant inn ahead of us, perhaps a couple of days with nothing to do but feed up the horses and rest ourselves, out come the sealed orders and we are sent off to inquire into God knows what!”

“We are on a mission of inquiry,” Brother Peter said quietly. “Of course we have sealed orders, which I am commanded to open and read at certain times. Of course we are sent to inquire. The very point of this journey is not—whatever some people may think—to ride from one pleasant inn to another, meeting women, but to discover what signs there are of the end of days, of the end of the world. And I have to open these orders at sunset today, and discover where we are to go next and what we are to inspect.”

Freize put two fingers in his mouth and made an ear-piercing whistle. At once the two lead horses, obedient to his signal, stopped in their tracks. Luca and Isolde turned round and rode the few paces back to where the others were halted under the shade of some thick pine trees. The scent of the resin was as powerful as perfume in the warm evening air. The horses’ hooves crunched on the fallen pinecones and their shadows were long on the pale sandy soil.

“New orders,” Freize said to his master Luca, nodding at Brother Peter, who took a cream-colored manuscript, heavily sealed with red wax and ribbons, from the inside pocket of his jacket. To Brother Peter he turned and said curiously: “How many more of them have you got tucked away in there?”

The older man did not trouble to answer the servant. With the little group watching he broke the seals in silence and unfolded the stiff paper. He read, and they saw him give a little sigh of disappointment.

“Not back to Rome!” Freize begged him, unable to bear the suspense for a moment longer. “Tell me we don’t have to turn round and go back to the old life!” He caught Ishraq’s gleam of amusement. “The inquiry is an arduous duty,” he corrected himself quickly. “But I don’t want to leave it incomplete. I have a sense of duty, of obligation.”

“You’d do anything rather than return to the monastery and be a kitchen lad again,” she said accurately. “Just as I would rather be here than serving as a lady companion in an isolated castle. At least we are free, and every day we wake up and know that anything could happen.”

“I remind you, we don’t travel for our own pleasure,” Brother Peter said sternly, ignoring their comments. “We are commanded to go to the fishing village of Piccolo, take a ship across the sea to Split and travel onward to Zagreb. We are to take the pilgrims’ road to the chapels of St. George and of St. Martin at Our Lady’s church outside Zagreb.”

There was a muffled gasp from Isolde. “Zagreb!” A quick gesture from Luca as he reached out for her, and then snatched back his hand, remembering that he might not touch her, betrayed him too. “We travel on your road,” he said, the joy in his voice audible to everyone. “We can stay together.”

The flash of assent from her dark blue eyes was ignored by Brother Peter, who was deep in the new orders. “We are to inquire on the way as to anything we see that is out of the ordinary,” he read. “We are to stop and set up an inquiry if we encounter anything that indicates the work of Satan, the rise of unknown fears, the evidence of the wickedness of man or the end of days.” He stopped reading and refolded the letter, looking at the four young people. “And so, it seems, since Zagreb is on the way to Budapest, and since the ladies insist that they must go to Budapest to seek Count Wladislaw, that God Himself wills that we must travel the same road as these young ladies.”

Isolde had herself well under control by the time Brother Peter raised his eyes to her. She kept her gaze down, careful not to look at Luca. “Of course we would be grateful for your company,” she said demurely. “But this is a famous pilgrims’ road. There will be other people who will be going the same way. We can join them. We don’t need to burden you.”

The bright look in Luca’s face told her that she was no burden, but Brother Peter answered before anyone else could speak. “Certainly, I would advise that as soon as you meet with a party with ladies traveling to Budapest you should join them. We cannot be guides and guardians for you. We have to serve a great mission; and you are young women—however much you try to behave with modesty—you cannot help but be distracting and misleading.”

“Saved our bacon at Vittorito,” Freize observed quietly. He nodded toward Ishraq. “She can fight and shoot an arrow, and knows medicine too. Hard to find anyone more useful as a traveling companion. Hard to find a better comrade on a dangerous journey.”

“Clearly distracting,” Brother Peter sternly repeated.

“As they say, they will leave us when they find a suitable party to join,” Luca ruled. His delight that he was to be with Isolde for another night, and another after that, even if it was only a few more nights, was clear to everyone, especially to her. Her dark blue eyes met his hazel ones in a long silent look.

“You don’t even ask what we are to do at the sacred site?” Brother Peter demanded reproachfully. “At the chapels? You don’t even want to know that there are reports of heresy that we are to discover?”

“Yes, of course,” Luca said quickly. “You must tell me what we are to see. I will study. I will need to think about it. I will create a full inquiry and you shall write the report and send it to the lord of our Order, for the Pope to see. We shall do our work, as commanded by our lord, by the Pope and by God Himself.”

“And best of all, we can get a good dinner in Piccolo,” Freize remarked cheerfully, looking at the setting sun. “And tomorrow morning will be time enough to worry about hiring a boat to sail across to Croatia.”

Meet the Author

Philippa Gregory is the author of several bestselling novels, including The Other Boleyn Girl, and is a recognized authority on women’s history. She studied history at the University of Sussex and received a PhD from the University of Edinburgh. She welcomes visitors to her website, PhilippaGregory.com.

Brief Biography

Yorkshire, England
Date of Birth:
January 9, 1954
Place of Birth:
Nairobi, Kenya, East Africa
B.A. in history, Sussex University, 1982; Ph.D., 18th-century popular fiction, Edinburgh, 1984

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Stormbringers 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
chapterxchapter More than 1 year ago
I was so excited to be able to get back into this world created by author, Philippa Gregory.  I didn’t realize how much I missed the characters in the book until I was thrown back into their adventure, especially Freize.  This guy was constantly making me laugh out loud and giggle. The five travelling companions are continuing their journey together, and the attraction between Isolde and Luca are becoming more and more obvious.  I, personally, love the start crossed lovers theme happening here…where Isolde wants so much to have Luca as her own, and where they can profess their love to each other, but Luca is on his way to taking his vows into priesthood…which is a huge obstacle.   And Luca is having a difficult time controlling his thoughts and desires towards Isolde.  But he knows what his path in life is leading, and yet, he can’t resist his attraction to Isolde. After having received another quest from the lord of The Order of Darkness, their travels take them to a fishing town where an inquiry is in order.  It seems that Luca and his fellow travelers are not the only ones who have stopped into town to rest.  A crusade has come into town…a crusade of children who is being led by one they call Johann the Good, who is merely a child himself; 16 years old.  Johann believes that God speaks to him and has sent him on a quest to Palestine where he and a crusade of children will face the enemy and change the war, and where miracles will be witnessed. After hearing his very convincing sermon, Luca and the crew decide that they, too, will follow Johann to Jerusalem and bear witness to the miracles he tells.  But what was supposed to be believed to be a miracle turns into a tragedy, and the lives of everyone involved takes a dramatic turn for the worse.  Friendships are tested, and rumors of Stormbringers working their magic has made things rather difficult for our group of travelers. If I were to compare book 1 with book 2, I would have to say that book 2 is the better of the 2 so far!  I felt quite a bit of emotion in this book due to the events that transpire in the pages.  It was heartbreaking to witness the pain that some of these characters go through because of something that I am so not going to tell you.  There was a lot of action in this installment as well!  There really isn’t a dull moment in Stormbringers.  It was go…go…go!  Once one event finishes, something else creeps its way into the story and I was hooked all over again! We are left wondering what is exactly up with Luca and Brother Peter’s lord (who shall not be named…at this time I guess…), readers are left to start questioning Ishraq and what her intentions (or soon to be intentions) are, and we also are teased with an introduction to a new villain that I hope we see more of in the next books to follow!  I was reeling wondering what was real, and what was set up to be portrayed as truth… I also loved that a little bit more about The Order of Darkness is discussed in the book, and a little snippet to another order that I am sooooo hoping will be a huge part of the this series…the Order of Assassins…  How awesome would that be?  I can’t say how this order came up, but when the possibility of more is talked about?  How could I not help but squee just a little bit! Fans of Book One in the Order of Darkness series, Changling, will devour this next installment, Stormbringers.  I totally recommend these reads to those who love reading about quests and epic journeys, are looking for characters that will not easily be forgotten, and want to be lost in a world of dark secrets and explainable occurrences.
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Kind of a slow start but I'm enjoying the character development and I'm interested to see where this group ends up next. They are an odd bunch most unlikely hero's.
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