Master of All Desires

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"A delightful blend of history, romance, and the supernatural, served with generous helpings of wit and humor."—Booklist

"Another darling mix of history, romance and the occult from Riley, a writer who excels at getting the background right and creating strong, intelligent heroines."—Kirkus Reviews

Lady Sibille never goes looking for trouble, but trouble always seems to find her. When she inadvertently becomes the master of the ancient cursed ...

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Overview

"A delightful blend of history, romance, and the supernatural, served with generous helpings of wit and humor."—Booklist

"Another darling mix of history, romance and the occult from Riley, a writer who excels at getting the background right and creating strong, intelligent heroines."—Kirkus Reviews

Lady Sibille never goes looking for trouble, but trouble always seems to find her. When she inadvertently becomes the master of the ancient cursed head of Menander the Magus, she has the power to grant any wish—at a steep price. Bound to the most powerful magical object in medieval France, Sibille finds herself thrust into an action-packed world of occult intrigues, political gamesmanship, Nostradamus, and star-crossed romance. With the help of the handsome Nicolas Montvert, Sibille must discover a way to free herself and France from Menander's malignant powers.

Judith Merkle Riley delivers once again with endearingly quirky characters, accessible historical drama, and magically induced mayhem. A divine treat from start to finish, you do not need a tarot reading to foresee that The Master of All Desires will delight from start to finish.

"Mixing history and fantasy with élan, Judith Merkle Riley offers a tightly woven, suspenseful, and fiendishly funny novel...Lush period detail and sprightly dialogue laced with humor and courtly pomp anchor Riley's romantic adventure with stylized whimsy and historical plausibility."—Publishers Weekly

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"I love to read period pieces like this and Master of All Desires did not disappoint." - Book Loons

"Ms. Riley makes the otherworldly powers seem genuine, making this intelligent and humorous book a must read for sub-genre fans or anyone who enjoys top entertainment in their literature." - Book Bytes

"Ms. Rileys fans will truly enjoy her special and clever angle on history and the little millennium twists she throw in here and there. This is a book to enjoy." - RT Book Reviews

"Another dazzling mix of history, romance, and the occult from Riley, a writer who excels at getting the background right and creating strong intelligent heroines (The Serpent Garden, 1996, etc.)" - Kirkus Review

"This is a very good, though very offbeat, fantasy." - New England Science Fiction Association, Inc.

"It's a fun flight of fancy which keeps you turning pages right up to the end." - SF Site

"Lush period detail and sprightly dialogue laced with humor and courtly pomp anchor Riley's romantic adventure with stylized whimsy and historical plausibility. " - Publishers Weekly

"Merkle Riley manages to make the story funny, entertaining, and educational. " - Dear Author

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Again mixing history and fantasy with lan, the author of The Oracle Glass and The Serpent Garden offers a tightly woven, suspenseful and fiendishly funny novel. In 1556 France, Queen Catherine de Medici spies on her husband, King Henri II, and his lover, Diane de Poitiers, in a vain attempt to learn how Poitiers has ensnared her husband's heart. Driven nearly mad by jealousy, the queen, who is "very fond of do-it-yourself magic," is frustrated with her sycophantic, possibly duplicitous court astrologer's ineffective powers, until he reveals his knowledge of the magical object called the Master of All Desires. This is a centuries-old box that contains the living head of Menander the Undying--a magus who sold his soul to the devil in exchange for eternal life. Anyone in possession of the sharp-tongued, mean-spirited and unpleasant head may have their wishes granted, selling their own soul in the process. Through a series of clever plot twists, Menander winds up in the hands of Sibille Artaud de La Roque, a gritty girl from the provinces, who refuses to make a wish, thereby halting Menander's destructive path. Sibille and her aunt, the remarkable, independently wealthy Pauline Tournet, endeavor to rid themselves of Menander, with assistance from Nostradamus. With the queen in pursuit of Menander, and Nostradamus aiming to destroy it, the terrible head still manages to prevent Sibille from marrying her love, Nicolas. Although every character is appealing (the rotten ones serve up deliciously clever dialogue), the most sympathetic, surprisingly, is the "serpent-queen," as Nostradamus dubs her. Catherine is vulnerable and desperate; for want of love, she risks all, and gains nothing. Lush period detail and sprightly dialogue laced with humor and courtly pomp anchor Riley's romantic adventure with stylized whimsy and historical plausibility. Agent, Jean Naggar. Regional author tour; rights sold to Germany and Denmark. (Nov.) Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
While Catherine de Medici, Queen of France, uses her sorcerous talents to oust royal mistress Diane de Poitiers from her favored position in the French court, the true future of France rests in the hands of a young poetess who possesses a powerful and dangerous magical relic. Riley laces her portrayal of 16th-century France with liberal doses of magic (including the enchanted head of a dead wizard), politics, poison, and prophecy. The author of The Serpent Garden once again approaches historical fantasy with her characteristic flair for intrigue, humor, and the unpredictable workings of the human heart. Highly recommended. Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781402270611
  • Publisher: Sourcebooks, Incorporated
  • Publication date: 7/2/2013
  • Pages: 480
  • Sales rank: 631,785
  • Product dimensions: 5.25 (w) x 8.00 (h) x 0.01 (d)

Meet the Author

Judith Merkle Riley (1942-2010) held a Ph.D from the University of California at Berkeley, and she taught in the department of government at Claremont McKenna College in Claremont, CA. From 1988 to 2007, she wrote six historical novels: The Oracle Glass, The Master of all Desires, A Vision of Light, In Pursuit of the Green Lion, The Water Devil, and The Serpent Garden.
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Prologue

Here's the place," said the Queen of France, whispering in Italian. She pointed to an almost invisible seam in the floor of the gilded room. The flickering light of a single candle cast distorted shadows on the walls. The night air of summer was fetid and oppressively hot. The stone halls and bare summer fireplaces reeked of urine, of dankness and mildew, of summer fevers. The court had remained too long at Saint-Germain, and the palace had begun to stink. In another month or two, the king would order the court's removal to another, breezier stronghold. One where the game in the park had not been exhausted by his hunts. One where his nose would not signal for yet another few weeks that it was time once again to move. "I've had the carpenter make two holes in the floor," whispered the queen. "Her bedroom is below. Tonight we'll learn how that old woman does the witchcraft that steals my husband's love from me."

"She is twenty years older than you both. Surely, if you could find someone younger, more beautiful, but utterly obedient to you, you could break her hold, and then..." the queen's Italian dame d'honneur whispered in reply. The alien language seemed to flow like smoke, swirling past the carved satyrs' heads on the fireplace, and clinging in the corners, the sound of foreign conspiracy in the ancient stronghold of the French kings.

"Do you think I have not tried that? A moment or two, and then he is back with her, flaunting the ancient whore in public, hiding me as if I were the mistress. I want to destroy her influence over him forever. I want to be rid of her."

"Madame, you are queen-"

"And my hand must never be seen in anything that happens to her," said the queen. "While he loves her, should ill befall her, he will take revenge on me. But if he ceases to love her..."

"Then you must find the witchcraft that holds him," whispered her companion.

"Exactly. And then destroy it with more powerful sorcery." Catherine de Medici, Queen of France, her bulging, heavy-lidded eyes lit deep from within with long-concealed resentment, fingered a magic talisman cast with human blood that hung around her neck. "She has found a powerful spell-caster. But where? Only the Ruggieri have such powers, and they are mine. I swear, if Cosmo has betrayed me-"

"Surely not, Majesty. There are other sorcerers in the realm. Cosmo Ruggieri came with us from Florence. His father served your father-why would that woman turn to your servant? He might betray her."

"And he might not. Never underestimate the slyness of the Ruggieri. They are as treacherous as a nest of snakes-I know them well. I will find the magic and make Cosmo remove it, and he and I will both pretend that he never had knowledge of it before. It is time; I have lived long enough under the shadow of that old woman. She turns all my happiness to dust."

"Surely, Majesty, it can only be the ring," whispered her dame d'honneur, Lucrèce Cavalcanti, Madame d'Elbène. "All the court whispers that the ring she gave him was cast with the blood of an unbaptized infant. It is the ring that enslaves him. Tonight you will see that that is so." She leaned down and held the candlestick closer to the spot, while Catherine de Medici knelt and scrabbled for the catch that would release the floorboard.

"Blow out the candle," the queen whispered to her. "I don't want them to see the light from above." Only faint starlight illumined the room, as the two women lay on the floor to peer into the brightly lit bedchamber below.

The king's mistress lay stretched naked upon her back on the canopied, heavily draped bed, her arms behind her head, and her graying hair fanned behind her on a jumble of richly embroidered silk pillows. The pallor of her flesh formed a stark contrast to the rich green velvet of the coverlet below her. Her black eyes glittered in the candlelight, and her narrow, painted lips smiled triumphantly, while the king, vigorous, black haired, and twenty years her junior, stripped off his robe de chambre. It was almost as if she knew there were witnesses, this night, to her power.

Diane de Poitier's face, taut, seamed with fine lines, the eyes set in sunken, dark circles, held no surprises for the watchers. But at the first sight of the older woman's body the two watching women suppressed a gasp of amazement. It was white, slender, agile, like the body of a twenty-year-old set beneath an old woman's head. With icy discipline, the barren mistress had protected this pallid imitation of a younger woman's form, while the queen, with steel stays and jeweled dresses, could not conceal the shapeless body ravaged by annual pregnancies. Schemer, monster, thought the queen. The Devil has done this for you. When I am rid of you, I will make myself beautiful, too. I'll have masseurs, I'll have potions. Then I will ride at the king's side at his grand entries, with my colors and device displayed at every tourney, instead of being hidden like an ugly secret. Today the sight of me humiliates him. But tomorrow he will love me.

In the gilded bed beneath the peephole, two athletic bodies, one dusted with dark hair, the other whiter than milk, entangled in complex postures completely novel to the watchers above. There in the dark, the queen's eyes widened and she gasped softly. Now they had twisted about, and the old mistress had mounted King Henri the Second. His face was distorted with pleasure. Never had the queen imagined that such curious embraces, such lingering caresses could exist. Why had she not known of such things? Why had he never shown her these things? Was she that unworthy of passion, as well as respect? Now the king and his aged mistress had rolled to the side, and the fierce, furious rhythm so shook them that they fell from the bed in a cascade of sheets, completely oblivious, onto the cool, hard tiles of the floor. The king's cry of passion was still resonating in the room below when his wife replaced the floorboard. Tears of rage, invisible in the dark, ran down her podgy face.

"In all the years we have been married," she whispered, "he never once has touched me like that. My hair-it was beautiful-he never stroked it like that-never-ten children, and he never kissed me. He comes in the dark, and leaves without a candle-what am I, that he treats me like a cow, and her like a woman?"

"But, Majesty, you are the true queen. She is, after all, only the king's whore." The dumpy little woman with the chinless, goggle-eyed face wiped her eyes secretly, there in the dark.

"Yes, I am queen," she said. "I am queen, and she is not." She straightened herself up, and brushed down her crumpled, dusty skirts. "Can't he see that she is old, old? I was fourteen when I came to him. My uncle the Pope sent me in honor, in a gilded galley with slaves in silver chains. Who was she? A nobody. An old nobody. It has to be the magic ring that's blinded him. The ring she gave him. I don't care what it takes; I'll have that ring from his hand." And then I'll have Cosmo compound me a love potion, she thought. Something strong, something that will bring me more than cold leftovers.

"It's just a matter of waiting for the right moment," said Madam d'Elbène.

"I, of all people, have learned how to wait," said the queen, patting back her tight, artificial curls. "I have waited for many things. Still..."

"Yes, Majesty?"

"When I was young, they called me beautiful. Why did the king, my husband, never love me like that?"

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 30, 2000

    Magic and gritty realism

    An engrossing blend of political intrigue and satire, period detail, humor and magic in the French court of 1556. Cursed by his own youthful wish for the gift of prophecy, Nostradamus, astrologer and philosopher, divines that the Queen of France, Catherine de Medici, is about to make a mistake that could destroy France. Hurrying grumpily to Paris, he crosses paths with a badly dressed young woman who, horrors, writes treacly sentimental poetry and, worse, mysteriously holds the country's fate in her hands. Sibille Artaud de la Roque is on the run. After her grasping father was arrested for heresy, a man tried to break into Sabille's bedroom and she shot him, realizing only at the penultimate moment that he was her despicable fiancé. Though Sibille is later happy to find she did not kill him, her relief is sadly misplaced. Meanwhile, Queen Catherine, deciding to rid herself of the king's mistress by occult means, has plotted to get her hands on the Head of Menander, the Master of all Desires, who long ago pledged his soul for eternal life. Though beheaded, he lives on, 2,000 years old, a shrunken skull in a gilt box, granting wishes which, once fulfilled, suck the horrified wisher into a cycle of destructive un-wishing. Menander gleefully hounds his petitioners into early graves. Menander falls into Sabille's possession just as she reaches the sanctuary of her lonely, rich, eccentric aunt's house. Innocently, she opens the box, therefore binding Menander to her until death (hers). But Sabille is not the delicate, languishing lily she fancies herself and she resists wishing, despite Menander's clever exhortations and her own aching desire for love. Learning of Menander's whereabouts, the queen summons Sabille. The dangers of court intrigue require quick footwork just to stay alive and Sabille must also separate true love from false, and evade the plots of the jealous, the greedy and the vengeful. While the main plot centers on Nostradamus, Sibille and ambitious, tormented Catherine's occult schemes, several lively subplots flesh out the portrait of a layered society at a precarious time, with France on the verge of civil war and its people cowed by the threat of the Inquisition. Riley's fluid, colorful writing breathes life into the city and its heroes, villains and ghosts.

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