The Firebird

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New York Times Bestseller

Two Women.

One Mysterious Relic.

Separated By Centuries.

Nicola Marter was born with a gift so rare and dangerous, she kept it buried deep. When she encounters a desperate woman trying to sell a small wooden carving called "The Firebird," claiming it belonged to Russia's Empress ...

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New York Times Bestseller

Two Women.

One Mysterious Relic.

Separated By Centuries.

Nicola Marter was born with a gift so rare and dangerous, she kept it buried deep. When she encounters a desperate woman trying to sell a small wooden carving called "The Firebird," claiming it belonged to Russia's Empress Catherine, it's a problem. There's no proof.

But Nicola's held the object. She knows the woman is telling the truth.

Beloved by readers as varied and adventurous as her novels, you will never forget spending time in New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Susanna Kearsley's world.

Reviewers love Susanna Kearsley

Winner of RT Book Reviews Historical Fiction and Historical Fantasy/Paranormal Awards

"A creative tour de aforce...Brilliant!"-New York Journal of Books

"Romantic, passionate, and bittersweet, this intelligent, tension-laden story will sweep you away."-Historical Novel Review

"An imaginatively captivating trip through time."-Fresh Fiction

"Kearsley makes the impossible seem real...and makes history come alive."-Booklist

Readers love The Firebird

"If you closed your eyes and opened them again, you would be there, right in the story."

"This is now my very favorite Kearsley novel...which is saying a lot."

"Every scene leaves me wanting more."

"Deeply romantic and filled with rich, fascinating history."

"Expertly weaves two tales into one vastly entertaining read."

Winner of the 2014 RITA Award for Paranormal Romance

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Nicola Marter has the gift of psychometry—the ability to touch an object and discover information about its previous owners. Her grandfather's adamant instructions to never reveal her abilities, coupled with the negative reactions from those who do not understand her, has Nicola eager to keep her talent a secret. Margaret Ross appears at Nicola's artifacts and art gallery with a small carving of a bird, called the Firebird, and claims the item was given to her ancestor, Anna, by Peter the Great's wife, the Empress Catherine of Russia. Once Nicola holds the Firebird, she sees a vision of Anna with the Empress and realizes the carving could bring Margaret, who is in dire need of money, a fortune. Determined to help Margaret and prove the authenticity of the Firebird, Nicola enlists the help of Rob, who also has the same psychic abilities as Nicola's, only stronger. Following Anna's path, Nicole and Rob find themselves crossing Scotland, Belgium, and Russia, taking the reader on a journey spanning the Jacobite Rising of 1715 and its aftermath. Historical novelist Kearsley (The Rose Garden) wonderfully weaves past, present, and paranormal in this enjoyable adventure. (June)
From the Publisher
"The blend of the present and the past is very well done and should delight fans of historical fiction. " - Jackie Willey, Fiction Addiction, Greenville, SC

"The present and past come together as Kearsley masterfully merges paranormal elements with a wonderful dual story and a fascinating historical setting. Those who loved A.S. Byatt's Possession will adore The Firebird. " - RT Book Reviews

"Kearsley blends history, romance and a bit of the supernatural into a glittering, bewitching tale." - Kirkus

"Authentic historic detail, a touch of the paranormal, and romance come together with a synergistic effect in versatile Kearsley's (The Rose Garden, 2011) lovely and memorable novel. STARRED Review" - Booklist

"This story is not a quick read and deserves the reader's full attention, which means it also deserves a second reading to fully appreciate Anna's story." - Historical Novel Review

"It's been a long time since I've enjoyed a book so much. I love how the author blends the historical events in with the fictional elements, such that it truly is hard to distinguish fact from fiction, and I lived in the story." - The Good, The Bad and The Unread

"Kearlsey's writing is superb, which is why she is one of my favorite authors. If you've read her past work and enjoyed it, you will love The Firebird." - Library of Clean Reads

"If you love Historical Fiction with a little pinch of paranormal elements and romance, The Firebird is for you! I was immediatly transported in to Scotland and Russia and through Anna's and Nicola's life! Buy- Borrow, TBR-pile and Next-To-Buy list!" - Proserpine Craving Books

"All in all, if you enjoy history, a dash of romance, and a whole lotta plot...this is a book to invest in. " - Jilly Mcbean

"The Firebird is a beautifully written story with characters that practically leap off the pages, a story that alternately broke my heart and healed it, and a pair of romances (or a trio, more accurately) that made me fall in love. This book made me laugh, made me cry (I seriously bawled happy tears through the last 30 or so pages), and made me certain that Susanna Kearsley has a talent like no other." - Ramblings of a Daydreamer

"I was left with two happy endings both of which I adored." - Dear Author

" Susanna Kearsley brings historical figures and events to life in this artfully crafted, exquisitely detailed tale, laced with a heady mix of intrigue and romance." - Chatelaine

"Kearsley's writing is so fluid and descriptive that every word was a pleasure
" - Burton Book Review

"THE FIREBIRD was an engrossing, well-researched story that will delight fans of paranormal and historical fiction. " - Book of Secrets

""The Firebird" does definitely reinforce that Susanna Kearsley is an author that creates unforgettable characters." - readful things blog

"I was immediately drawn into the story which is told in alternating time periods jumping back and forth between past and present. " - Teresa's Reading Corner

"I'm not sure I've managed to tell you how much I enjoyed The Firebird, but I did, and thoroughly so. The story is enchanting and the telling fluid and lush. Definitely add this to your summer reading if you enjoy a traipse through history and a bit of the paranormal — I'll be adding the rest of Kearsley's books to my TBR pile..." - Drey's Library

"I can't find a reason why anyone would not enjoy this book, as long as they are prepared to put everything else aside to read it as they won't want to put it down and do anything else once they start." - Luxury Reading

"It's been a long time since I've enjoyed a book so much." - The Good, The Bad and The Unread

"The Firebird has rich details and is easy to read and enjoy." - A Novel Review

"I highly recommend The Firebird to anyone who enjoys reading historical fiction and/or paranormal romance novels. I'm pretty sure you won't be disappointed." - Between the Covers

"As with Susanna Kearsley's other books, the timeshifts are perfectly achieved and the historical detail is richly detailed and meticulously researched. " - Being Anne...

"...completely spellbinding..." - Smart Bitches, Trashy Books

Kirkus Reviews
Nicola Marter's Russian grandfather was tortured for his gift of psychometry, so she's hidden her own talent for years, but she may have to risk sharing it to help another. Kearsley gives Robbie McMorran from Shadowy Horses his own story. Able to see ghosts and to sift carefully through the years of memories attached to objects, Rob's power of sight has always been much stronger than Nicola's. At her best, she receives a sudden, uncontrolled, sharp image or scene, which is fine with her. Nicola would much prefer to keep her gift hidden, particularly from her boss, Sebastian, who would probably fire her from the art gallery. But when Margaret Ross turns up, everything changes. After having cared for her aunts and mother until their deaths, Margaret has known little of her own life. To finance a well-deserved cruise, she's hoping to sell a wooden carving of a firebird, a sculpture she claims has been in her family for three centuries, a gift from the First Empress Catherine of Russia. Unfortunately, she has no way to prove Firebird's provenance. Nicola casually picks up the carving and instantly realizes the truth. Yet a psychic flash is a far cry from an officially documented provenance. Nicola desperately wants to help Margaret, and she's willing to ask Rob for help. The only trouble is, well, Rob's mischievous blue eyes still make her forget her own words. Rob is more than willing to travel to Russia to help Nicola, and soon, he is training her to not simply observe, but fully witness the 18th-century romance between a young Anna (Margaret's ancestor) and her own mischievous Edmund. Kearsley blends history, romance and a bit of the supernatural into a glittering, bewitching tale.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781480532878
  • Publisher: Brilliance Audio
  • Publication date: 6/28/2013
  • Edition description: Unabridged
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 7.50 (h) x 0.60 (d)

Meet the Author

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Susanna Kearsley's writing has been compared to Mary Stewart, Daphne Du Maurier, and Diana Gabaldon. She recently hit the bestseller lists in the U.S. with The Winter Sea, which was also a finalist for the UK's Romantic Novel of the Year Award and winner of a RT Reviewers Choice Award for Best Historical fiction, and RITA-nominated The Rose Garden, winner of a RT Reviewers Choice Award for Best Historical Fantasy/Paranormal. Her award-winning books have been translated into several languages, selected for the Mystery Guild, condensed for Reader's Digest, and optioned for film. She lives in Canada, near the shores of Lake Ontario.
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Chapter 1

He sent his mind in search of me that morning.

I was on the Tube, a half a minute out of Holland Park and in that muzzy not-awake-yet state that always bridged the time between my breakfast cup of coffee and the one that I'd have shortly at my desk. I nearly didn't notice when his thoughts touched mine. It was a rare thing these days; rarer still that I would let him in, but my own thoughts were drifting and I knew that his were, too. In fact, from what I saw of where he was-the angle of the ceiling and the dimly shadowed walls-I guessed that he was likely still in bed, just waking up himself.

I didn't need to push him out. Already he was drawing back, apologizing. Sorry. Not a spoken word, but still I heard the faint regretful tone of his familiar voice. And then he wasn't there.

A man sat heavily beside me, squeezed me over on the seat, and with my senses feeling raw already, even that unwanted contact was too much. I stood, and braced myself against the bit of wall beside the nearest door and forced myself to balance till we came to Bond Street. When the doors slid open, I slid safely back into the comfort of routine, my brisk steps keeping pace with everybody else as we became a texting, talking, moving mass that flowed together up and out and through the turnstiles and emerged onto the pavement where we went our separate ways, heads down and purposeful.

The morning was a lovely one for August. The oppressive sticky heat had given way to fresher air that promised warmth but didn't threaten, and the sky was a pristine and perfect blue.

I barely saw it. I was thinking of that shadowed room, a grayer light that spoke of clouds or maybe rain, a hand that had come lazily in view, to rub his eyes while he was waking. It had been his left hand, and there'd been no rings on it. At least, I didn't think I'd seen a ring on it.

I caught my thoughts before they had a chance to wander further and betray me. Doesn't matter, I reminded myself firmly, and to make quite sure I heard myself I said the words aloud: "It doesn't matter."

I could feel the glances of the people walking closest to me, wondering if I were off my trolley, and I flushed a little, tucking my head well down as I came round the corner and into South Molton Street, a little pedestrian haven of upscale shops, cafés, and galleries. Everything always seemed quieter here, with the mad rush of Bond Street behind me. I carried on down past the graceful old buildings with beautiful doors to the one with the freshly white-painted façade where an expensive-looking brass plaque with fine lettering read: Galerie St.-Croix, Fine Russian Artefacts and Art, Third Floor.

The naming of the gallery had been one of Sebastian's little vanities-in spite of his French surname, he was English through and through, born of a line that likely traced its Hampshire roots back to the Conquest. But Sebastian knew his business, and to art dealers like him, it was essential to create the proper image.

I was part of that, I knew, because I had the proper look, the proper pedigree, the right credentials, and I always dressed to fit the part. But when he'd hired me two years ago, he'd also made no secret of the fact that it had been for my abilities-not only that I held a master's degree in Russian Studies and the History of Art, but also that I spoke fluent Russian besides, and my organized nature appealed to his strong sense of order, and I had, what he'd called then, "potential."

He'd worked to transform me, to mentor me, teaching me how to get on the right side of the bid at an auction, and how to finesse our more difficult clients. I'd come a long way from the rather unworldly young woman I'd been when he'd taken me on.

He had transformed the gallery building as well. We were on the third floor, in a space that today was as richly detailed as a penthouse. Even the lift was mirrored, which this morning didn't thrill me.

I was frowning as it opened to the elegant reception room where a flower-seller painted by Natalia Goncharova hung above the desk at which our previous receptionist had sat. She'd had to leave us unexpectedly, and I'd been interviewing this past week to fill the vacancy, while Sebastian and I shared out the extra duties.

It was not an easy thing to hire a person who could suit Sebastian's tastes, aesthetically. He wanted something more than simple competence, or class. He wanted someone who embodied what the Goncharova painting did-the painting he had hung above that desk, where it would be the first thing noticed by each customer who stepped into the gallery.

He'd had offers for it. Several of our clients could afford to pay a million pounds with ease, but then Sebastian didn't need the money.

"If I sell the thing," he'd told me once, "then I'll have only satisfied one client. If I leave it where it is, then every one of them will think it can be theirs one day."

It didn't only work with art. It wasn't a coincidence that many of our loyal and best customers were women, and they looked upon Sebastian as they did that Goncharova flower-seller, as a prize that could be won, with time and effort.

In fact, as I passed by his glass-walled office on the way down to my own, I saw he had a woman with him now. I would have left them to their business, but he saw me and beckoned me in, so I pushed the door open and joined them.

Sebastian's smile was all professional, with me, and even if it hadn't been, I would have been immune to it. He was too rich to be my type. A gold watch flashed beneath his tailored sleeve as he leaned forward, looking so immaculate, I half-suspected that he had a team of stylists working on him every morning, from his polished shoes right to the tousled toffee-colored hair that had been combed with just the right amount of carelessness.

"Nicola," he introduced me, "this is Margaret Ross. Miss Ross, my associate, Nicola Marter."

Miss Margaret Ross was not what I'd expected, not our usual sort of client. For one thing, she was plainly dressed but dressed with so much care I knew she'd taken pains to look her best. And although I was usually quite good at guessing ages, I had trouble guessing hers. She had to be a decade older than myself, so nearing forty at the least, but while her clothing and the way she held herself suggested she might be still older, there was something in her quiet gaze that seemed distinctly youthful, even innocent.

"Good morning." She was Scottish. "I'm afraid that I've been wasting Mr. St.-Croix's time."

Sebastian, ever charming, shook his head. "No, not at all. That's what I'm here for. And even if it can't be proved, you still have a fascinating story to tell your grandchildren."

She cast her eyes down as though she were hiding disappointment. "Yes."

"Tell Nicola." Sebastian's tone was meant to salve her feelings, make her feel that what she had to say was fascinating, even if it wasn't. He was good that way. To me, he said, "She brought this carving in for an appraisal."

It looked to me, at first, an undistinguished lump of wood that curved to fit his upraised palm, but when I looked again, I saw it was a small carved bird, wings folded tightly to its sides, a sparrow or a wren. Sebastian was saying, "It's been in her family... how long?"

Margaret Ross roused herself to his smooth prompting. "Nearly three hundred years, so I'm told. It was given to one of my ancestors by Empress Catherine of Russia. Not Catherine the Great," she said, showing her knowledge. "The first Catherine."

Sebastian smiled encouragement. "Peter the Great's widow, yes. So, the 1720s sometime. And it very well might be that old." Holding the carving as though it were priceless, he studied it.

Margaret Ross told him, "We call it the Firebird. That's what it's always been called, in our family. It sat under glass in my grandmother's house, and we children were never allowed to come near it. My mother said"-there was the tiniest break in her voice, but she covered it over-"she said, with Andrew gone-Andrew's my brother, he died in Afghanistan-with him gone, and me not likely to have any family myself now, my mother said there was no point in the Firebird sitting there, going to waste. She said I should sell it, and use all the money to travel, like I'd always wanted to do."

"Miss Ross," said Sebastian, to me, "lost her mother quite recently."

I understood his manner now, his sympathy. I told her, "I'm so sorry."

"That's all right. She had MS; it wasn't the easiest life for her. And she felt guilty for having me there to look after her. But," she said, trying to smile, "I looked after my aunties as well, till they passed, and she was my own mother. I couldn't have left her alone, could I?"

Looking again at her eyes, I decided their youthfulness came from the fact that she'd never been able to live her own life as a woman. She'd put her own life in limbo while caring for others. I felt for her. And I felt, too, for the mother who'd hoped that her daughter would sell their one prized family heirloom, and finally have money and comfort to live just a little. To travel.

"The thing is," Sebastian said, kindly, "without any documentation or proof, what we dealers call provenance, we simply can't know for certain. And without that provenance, I'm afraid this poor creature has little real value. We can't even tell if it's Russian." He looked at me. "Nicola? What would you say?"

He passed it to me and I took it, not thinking, forgetting my mind had already been breached once this morning. It wasn't until I was holding it, light in my hands, that I realized I'd made a mistake.

Instantly I felt a warmth that had nothing to do with the carving itself. I closed my eyes to try to stop the vision, but that only made it worse. I saw a slanting fall of light, with fine dust dancing through it. Two women, one aging but lovely, with heavy black eyebrows; the other respectfully bent, perhaps kneeling, her young face upturned in uncertainty. "My darling Anna," the first woman said to the other in elegant Russian, and smiled. "You were never a nobody."

I opened my eyes quickly, maybe a little too quickly, but to my relief no one seemed to have noticed. "I really don't know," I said, giving the small carved bird back to Sebastian.

He looked at it with a commendable blend of admiration and regret.

"The trouble is," he told our would-be client, "it's so difficult to date this sort of thing with any certainty. If it is Russian, it was very likely peasant-made; there is no maker's mark or factory stamp to go by, and without any documentation..." He raised one shoulder slightly in a shrug that seemed to speak to the unfairness of it all. "If she had brought you back an icon, now, this ancestor of yours, or some small piece of jewelry-that I might have helped you with."

"I understand," said Margaret Ross. Her tone was bleak.

Sebastian turned the little carving over in his hands one final time, and I knew he was searching for some small thing to praise, to let this woman down as gently as he could. "Certainly it's very old," was what he ended up with, "and I'm sure it's had a few adventures."

Margaret Ross wasn't sure about that. "It's been sitting there under that glass for as long as I've known it, and likely it sat there a good while before that."

The twist of her faint smile held sympathy, as though she knew how that felt, to be there on the mantelpiece watching the bright world pass by, and I saw the small sag of defeat in her shoulders as, accepting Sebastian's return of the carved bird, she started to carefully wrap it back up in its layers of yellowed, creased tissue.

Impulse drove me to ask aloud, "What was her name?"

She looked up. "Sorry?"

"Your ancestor. The one who brought your Firebird back from Russia."

"Anna. That's all we know of her, really, we don't know her surname. It was her daughter married into the Ross family, that's how the Firebird came down to us."

Anna. Something tingled warmly up my arm. My darling Anna...

"Because maybe," I suggested, "you could try a bit of research, to establish some connection between her and Empress Catherine."

From Sebastian's glance I couldn't tell if he was grateful or annoyed, but he chimed in with, "Yes, if you were able to find proof of any kind, that would be useful."

Again that faint twist of a smile that spoke volumes about how much hope she held now of discovering that. She admitted, "My granny tried once, so she said, but no joy. Common people, they don't make the history books. And on our side of the family, there's nobody famous."

I saw the warm smile in my mind. Heard the voice. You were never a nobody.

"Well," said Sebastian, beginning to stand, "I am sorry we couldn't be more of a help to you. But if you'll leave us your address, we'll keep it in mind, and if ever a client requests something like it..."

I felt like a traitor, as Margaret Ross stood, too, and shook both our hands. The feeling held as we escorted her back out into reception, and Sebastian, with full chivalry and charm, gave her his card and wished her well and said good-bye. And as the lift doors closed he turned to me and, reading the expression in my eyes, said, "Yes, I know."

Except he didn't.

There was no way that he could have known. In all the time I'd worked for him I'd never told him anything about what I could do, and even if I'd told him, he'd have rubbished the idea. "Woo-woo stuff," he would have called it, as he'd done the day our previous receptionist had told us she was visiting a psychic.

"No," she'd said, "she really sees things. It's this gift she has-she holds a thing you've owned, see, like a necklace, or a ring, and she can tell you things about yourself. It's called psychometry." She'd said the term with confident authority.

Sebastian, with a sidelong look, had said, "It's called a scam. There is no way that anyone can be a psychic. It's not possible."

I'd offered him no argument, although I could have told him he was wrong. I could have told him I was psychic, and had been for as long as I remembered. Could have told him that I, too, saw detailed visions, if I concentrated on an object someone else had held. And sometimes, like today, I saw the visions even when I didn't try, or concentrate, although that happened very, very rarely now.

The flashes of unwanted visions had been more a feature of my childhood, and I had to close my eyes and truly focus now to use my "gift"-my curse, I would have called it. I had chosen not to use it now for years.

Two years, to be exact.

I'd chosen to be normal, and I meant to go on being normal, having the respect of those I worked with, not their nudges or their stares. So there was no good reason why, when I sat down at the computer in my office, I ignored the string of waiting emails and began an image search instead.

I found three portraits, different in their poses and the sitter's age, but in all three I recognized the woman easily because of her black hair, her heavy arching eyebrows, and her warm dark eyes. The same eyes that had smiled this morning in the brief flash of a vision I had viewed when I had held the wooden Firebird.

There could be no mistaking her: the first Empress Catherine, the widow of Peter the Great.

"Damn," I whispered. And meant it.

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  • Posted June 4, 2013

    Confession: When I saw that The Firebird would be released a mon

    Confession: When I saw that The Firebird would be released a month earlier in Canada than it would be in the US, I created an account and had it expedited to me. Worth it. I knew when I saw that this book was a continuation of The Winter Sea that I would love it.

    There are two stories at the heart of The Firebird. In the modern-day story, Nicola Marter is a woman who has the gift of psychometry. She can touch objects and see glimpses of people who owned them in the past. Nicola has struggled for years to be “normal” and to hide or suppress her ability. But when Nicola touches the wooden figurine of the firebird, the tug of its past is so strong that she has an inadvertent vision of its history. This vision sets her off on a journey to discovery the truth about the firebird’s origins. Nicola also reaches out to Rob, a former flame whose power of psychometry is more practiced than her own, for help with her journey.

    The other story involves Anna, a child whose family is so entangled in Jacobite politics that, for her own safety, she is sent from home to an adopted family, to a convent in Ypres, to France, and eventually to Russia. As a child, Anna learns some hard lessons about who she can trust, and she grows into a young lady who is well-adjusted and well-mannered but guards her heart ferociously. When Anna meets Edmund O’Connor, she begins to wonder if she’s truly the good judge of people and their motives that she considers herself.

    Kearsley is a fabulously talented writer. Her descriptions are wonderful, and her characters have great depth and authenticity. I’ve read in other reviews that some people found her use of Scottish dialect distracting, but it didn’t bother me. I’m very particular (and sometimes unfairly judgmental) about books that have supernatural elements, but I enjoyed the use of psychometry in this book. I found the concept interesting, and Kearsley’s way of moving between time periods felt fluid to me.

    When I finished this book, I had the feeling that I can only describe as “book catharsis.” I was so pleased by what I had read, and at the same time, I wished Kearsley would have written 200 more pages. Such a great read!

    8 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 20, 2013

    I really enjoyed this book!

    Excellently researched, this book was riveting! I could not put it down. Three stories in one; spanning centuries and countries; somewhat parallel love stories! Susanna Kearsley really did her homework on this one! I wish I could find a book group with which to discuss this.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 22, 2013

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    Beautiful!  I read it in one night and wish it didn't have to en

    Beautiful!  I read it in one night and wish it didn't have to end.  I love Ms. Kearsley's storytelling.   Her characters always feel so real.  After reading the Winter Sea, I was afraid this one would fall most certainly didn't.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 31, 2013

    Susanna Kearsley does not let you down! I loved this book from

    Susanna Kearsley does not let you down! I loved this book from the very first page, she has a gift for taking you on her time travel adventures.
    I would recommend this book to anyone who loves historical fiction and time

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 7, 2013


    I so loved Winter Sea, that I figured I would enjoy Firebird and was not disappointed. I had not expected that they were tied together. I look forward to reading Shadowy Horses, although I gather from other reviews I will have read out of order but I think that will be OK. I also enjoyed the authors words at the end about her research and how many of the characters in her novel were actually real people. Well done and I will recommend to be read.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 23, 2013

    A great book

    I read The Winter Sea and loved it! I didn't want the story to end. Well this book Firebird, is best read after that one!
    Anna is an engaging young woman, and has deep ties to the characters in The Winter Sea. Her loyalty, her passion and even the relationships she finds herself in were what made this such a good read.
    And the love of Nickola & Rob was an interesting tale as well.
    I'd reccomend this book, I couldn't put it down.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 14, 2013

    Highly Recommended. Please buy

    Ms. Kearsely, please continue to write your wonderful stories. Great novel. Good storyline.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 8, 2013

    I absolutely love this author!  I find her characters so appeali

    I absolutely love this author!  I find her characters so appealing, I can see into their very thoughts and mannerisms.  She does not a paint a very vivid physical appearance of her characters, but their lives and thoughts are so easily pictured.  I just love all her books, I will continue to read others as they become available. If you love Historical Fiction with a bit of paranormal, but tastefully done, then she is a great author to read. Firebird is just as good as her others, in fact I believe one of the better ones.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 19, 2015

    Highly recommended

    Love his author!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 8, 2013

    Amazing.  Please read A Winter Sea and Shadowy Horses before yo

    Amazing.  Please read A Winter Sea and Shadowy Horses before yo read this novel.  All of them are amazingly wonderful, but if you read those other books first, you will appreciate this tale even more.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 7, 2013

    Really liked it.

    Really liked it.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2013

    Another great book

    Recently discovered this author and have read almost all of her books....loved the way it tied into another story. I had a difficult time putting it down.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 3, 2013

    Good but not great

    I am still about 100 pages from the end, and it is good but not as good, in my opinion, as other books of hers that I have read and enjoyed. I get a little bored with long descriptions of buildings and gardens and scenery. I skip over that to get to the part where the characters actually do or say something. And it is getting a little bit difficult to keep up with the historical figures. But, all that being said, I am interested to see how it ends and will finish it. It's just not a "can't put it down" kind of book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2015

    Excellent. Enjoy all her books. Recommend them to everyone.

    Excellent. Enjoy all her books. Recommend them to everyone.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 3, 2014

    Great For Book Club

    Our book club read this and everyone actually agreed (for once) that this was a fun and easy book to read. We loved the characters, the history, the time travel, the descriptions, and the plot.

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  • Posted September 12, 2014

    Fun easy read-very enjoyable

    My sister calls novels like these "time traveling bodice rippers." The characters are likeable, have a good chemistry, and follow a plot that is interesting. This was a fun read.

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  • Posted July 8, 2014

    more from this reviewer

    The Winter Sea was my first Susanna Kearsley novel and I loved i

    The Winter Sea was my first Susanna Kearsley novel and I loved it.  I had read that both it and Shadowy Horses were represented in this book and was so excited.  I was NOT disappointed.  Ms. Kearsley has written another really immersive novel that you just can't walk away from.  

    The Firebird can stand alone, but if you read the other two first your experience will be so much deeper.  I appreciate the fact that the female lead is struggling with the supernatural abilities she possesses.  The relationship in this one is different than the others as well in that the players already knew each other.   All in all another fabulous timeslip/history/romance/mystery from this incredible author.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2014

    Loved the surprises, chemistry

    Just when I was afeart that this story would end differently, the author pleasantly delivers. Great read!

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  • Posted February 28, 2014

    Loved Loved Loved this book!

    This book continues the story started in Winter Sea. However this story is told in a completely different and interesting way. I adored the new characters in this novel. I love that you got not just the Jacobite history but it went from Scotland to France to St. Petersberg. And while you are traveling the continent, you get to follow two sets of characters as they find themselves and fall in love. Not only will I read more books by this author but I intend to read this book again. It was that good.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 28, 2014

    Susanna Kearsley has done it again!

    This is the 4th book of hers that I've read, and I'm looking forward to more. Susanna Kearsley has a way of drawing in the reader so that you really begin to care about the characters. This book is a sequel to The Winter Sea, and it was almost like coming home for a visit. I cried through the last 80 pages because I cared so much about what happened to the characters, both present-day and in the past. Highly recommended; you won't be disappointed!

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