To Dance with Kings

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On a May morning in 1664, in the small village of Versailles, as hundreds of young aristocrats are coming to pay court to King Louis XIV, a peasant fan-maker gives birth to her first and only child, Marguerite. Determined to give her daughter a better life than the one she herself has lived, the young mother vows to break the newborn’s bonds of poverty and ensure that she fulfills her destiny—to dance with kings. Purely by chance, a drunken nobleman witnesses the birth and makes a reckless promise to return for ...
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On a May morning in 1664, in the small village of Versailles, as hundreds of young aristocrats are coming to pay court to King Louis XIV, a peasant fan-maker gives birth to her first and only child, Marguerite. Determined to give her daughter a better life than the one she herself has lived, the young mother vows to break the newborn’s bonds of poverty and ensure that she fulfills her destiny—to dance with kings. Purely by chance, a drunken nobleman witnesses the birth and makes a reckless promise to return for Marguerite in seventeen years. With those fateful words, events are set into motion that will span three monarchies, affecting the lives of four generations of women.

Marguerite becomes part of the royal court of the Sun King, but her fairy-tale existence is torn out from under her by a change of political winds. Jasmin, Marguerite’s daughter, is born to the life of privilege her grandmother dreamed of, but tempts fate by daring to catch the eye of the king. Violette, Marguerite’s granddaughter, is drawn to the nefarious side of life among the nobles at Versailles. And Rose, Violette’s daughter, becomes a lady-in-waiting and confidante to Marie Antoinette. Through Rose, a love lost generations before will come full circle, even as the ground beneath Versailles begins to rumble with the chaos of the coming revolution.

An epic generational tale of loves lost, promises kept, dreams broken, and monarchies shattered, To Dance with Kings is a story of passion and privilege, humble beginnings and limitless ambition.

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“Brings Versailles to life . . . a great achievement.”
–Victoria Holt, New York Times bestselling author
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Her storytelling skills displayed with panache in this captivating historical novel, British author Laker The Silver Touch should gain an appreciative audience here. Set during the reigns of Louis XIV and Louis XVI, the sweeping saga takes place mainly in the Chateau of Versailles and the surrounding town from which the magnificent edifice took its name. The narrative is enriched with intriguing period details, and beautifully paced with fast-moving events, drama and romance. Spanning four generations, the protagonists are the women of one family, named, in turn, Marguerite, Jasmin, Violette and Rose, all of whose destinies are entwined with those of their monarchs as well as the dashing men who bring them love and heartache. Involving her heroines in the art of fan-making, Laker interpolates fascinating information about the fashions of the time and the codes of social etiquette. The sybaritic luxuries of the French Court are set against the brutalities of the Huguenot persecution and the barbaric excesses of the Revolution. If the ending is a bit pat, with a destined love affair coming full circle, readers enraptured by Laker's romantic imagination will not care. Literary Guild dual main selection; major ad/promo. Feb.
Library Journal
Laker's paean to Versailles is the story of several generations of two families: the French royal family from the reign of the Sun King through Louis XVI, and that of a fan maker from the nearby village. But the main character is Versailles itself. While not all the action takes place at the palace, it is the focal point of the novel. The novel is also a romance that comes full circle during the French Revolution. In between are great loves and losses, as the fan maker's descendants are drawn into court life and the family fortunes rise. Nicely done and certain to please readers of Laker's earlier books (e.g. , Banners of Silk, The Silver Touch) , as well as win new fans. Literary Guild dual main selection. Andrea Lee Shuey, Dallas P.L.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307352552
  • Publisher: Crown/Archetype
  • Publication date: 5/22/2007
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 624
  • Sales rank: 452,244
  • Product dimensions: 5.26 (w) x 8.00 (h) x 1.33 (d)

Meet the Author

Rosalind Laker is the author of many novels, including The Venetian Mask and The Golden Tulip. She lives in England.
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With the crimson, emerald, and purple plumes of their hats streaming out behind them, four young men rode at speed into the village of Versailles one May morning in 1664, scattering squawking geese in their path.

"We should have been here hours ago," Augustin Roussier yelled to his companions, making his horse rear as they halted to view the busy scene. "All the best lodgings will have been taken by the look of it!"

The rutted streets were crammed with elegant traffic more at home in Paris, from which most of them had come, than in these countrified surroundings. The sun glinted on gilded coachwork and harness, the warm air hazy with dust thrown up by wheels and hooves. Six hundred of the nobility had been invited to the first grandfete ever to be held at the nearby hunting lodge, which was a small place with only accommodation enough for a few of the king's special guests to stay.

"Is it any use trying the inns to see if there's a room left?" asked one of his companions as they moved their tired horses forward at a more restful pace. "There are three hostelries, I believe."

"I'd say we've lost that chance, Leon. See! Even those miserable hovels have been taken." Augustin flicked his gloved hand toward some old stone houses they were passing. Well-dressed arrivals were stepping fastidiously inside, never having set foot in such humble places before, their servants carrying in their boxes and baggage after them. "Those we left behind us on the road will be lucky to get a stable at this rate."

He was the natural leader of their high-spirited group. They had become friends during their initial year's service with the First Company of the King's Musketeers, a duty expected of every young courtier who wished for promotion at Court. Not yet twenty, born of Huguenot stock and of a father with powerful financial interests, Augustin was tall with a straight bearing and a good physique, his looks dashing and debonair.

Like most youths of his age, he scorned the fashionable full-bottomed periwig and wore his own hair, which was thick, curly, and long enough to rest on his broad shoulders in the modish style. Its luxuriant growth, black shot with blueish lights, framed features hardening into the square jaw and prominent nose of his forebears. Beneath thick brows the narrow eyes were a curiously brilliant green and there was a lusty eagerness in the lines of the wide mouth. As always when he was with these particular friends, Leon Postel, Francois Esconde, and Jacques de Fresnay, any excuse for a prank or horseplay was seized on with relish. They had enlivened the ride from Paris with a number of diversions, such as racing each other dangerously, swerving in front of coach horses, and flirting with pretty women riding together in the lumbering equipages.

"At least let us stop for a swig of wine first." Francois eased a gloved finger around the inside of his lace-trimmed neck band, his freckled face gleaming with beads of sweat.

"Agreed!" Jacques, hawk-faced and fair-haired, made exaggerated gasping sounds. "I'm parched from the dust of the ride. There's a wineshop ahead."

"We can't afford to stop yet." Augustin twisted in his saddle to signal his own servant forward from the retinue of valets who had now caught up in the rear, bringing with them the extra horses with saddle hampers and chests of clothes. "Get a few bottles of the best wine this place can provide," he instructed, "and follow me."

The wine, coarse and rough though it was, proved welcome when the search for accommodation brought no result. While the servants did the knocking on doors, Augustin and his companions tossed it back from their silver traveling cups. Its potency took full effect as the rising heat of noon combined with their deep thirst, Leon's swarthy complexion almost reaching the same hue as the wine itself. All four of them became more boisterous and everything seemed excruciatingly funny to them. There was plenty to amuse as women accidentally set satin-shod feet into cow dung, sometimes causing a loss of balance amid squeals of temper and dismay, and fellow gallants, who were no more used to inconveniences than they were themselves, sprang off their horses to kick and cuff their unfortunate servants for failing to get a room for them in the last of the tolerable property.

The local priest had opened his house for some of the women out of sympathy for their plight, but he ran like a schoolboy, his black robes flapping, to lock the doors of the twelfth-century church before anyone thought to bed down there. He knew as well as anybody that there would inevitably be drunkenness and every other kind of indulgence before the royal fete was at an end. Augustin, laughing, wheeled his black horse about with a sheen of flanks to the church steps and leaned from the saddle to offer him a cup of wine. It was refused with uplifted white palms before the priest went scurrying back to his house.

Gradually the search spread from the center of the village to the outskirts. Versailles, situated as it was on the main road between Normandy and Paris, was better able to house travelers than the neighboring hamlets, but already some people had set off for Clagny and Saint-Cyr and Trianon in the hope of snatching up the best accommodation there, not knowing that they could not expect even a moderation of comfort in those poverty-stricken hamlets.

Augustin's servant, dodging in front of one of these departing coaches as he returned from a row of mean-looking stone cottages, gave his information breathlessly. "All rooms have been claimed, except in the end one where the housewife is in labor and nobody is being accommodated."

Augustin raised an eyebrow incredulously. "Do you mean that space has been found at last and admittance refused?"

"The woman is almost at birthing point--"

"Out of my way!" Augustin swung himself down from the saddle and turned to the other three with a sweep of his arm. "Come along, my friends! If this were a royal birth, it would be our noble right to witness the delivery! A peasant woman has no cause to keep us out!"

He made for the cottage. Whooping and shouting as if going into battle, the trio dismounted and rushed after him. The door was on the latch and he flung it wide as he entered, those in his wake following close behind, the heels of their riding boots ringing on the flagstones. They found themselves in the single whitewashed room that served all purposes. Sparsely furnished with a rough-hewn table, a dresser, and benches, it was stiflingly hot, the windows tightly shut. A midwife swung around from a bed in the far corner, her sleeves rolled up above her elbow, her apron soiled and her sweaty red face a mask of outrage at this intrusion. Deftly she flicked a corner of the sheet over the bare updrawn legs of the groaning woman she was tending before taking up a belligerent stance with feet apart and arms akimbo.

"Messieurs! You must leave this instant! Madame Dremont is unable to wait on anyone and there is no place for you here."

A scream of torment compelled her to turn back to her charge. The woman in labor, regaining her breath, raised her head weakly from the pillow. "Who has come?"

The midwife reached out to pull the ragged bed-curtain across and block the view, but her action came too late. Jeanne Dremont's pain-filled eyes became drenched with horror as she saw the four youths advancing toward her. She began to shriek hysterically, releasing the labor rope strung across the bed to clutch frantically at the midwife's hand.

"Make them go away! Have I not endured enough this day?"

Augustin thrust the curtain far back on its rings and looked down at her. She was about thirty-five but looked much older, her gaunt bones having taken over from the bloom of youth. Her faded hair, with some traces of red, was darkened by sweat and her lips were drawn back grotesquely in her mental and physical agony. Compassion for her moved him.

"Don't be alarmed, madame," he assured her kindly, the wine making his tone jocular. "We don't want your bed. Some clean blankets and fresh lice-free straw will suffice for us."

She drew breath and tried to answer him, seeing he meant her no harm, but a new wave of pain defeated her, cutting her through. It was hard not to believe she was caught up in a terrible, whirling nightmare. Young male grins and laughing eyes were at the side of her bed, cheering her on as though she were a racehorse nearing the winning post. She did not know that the queens of France had to suffer the same public witness. The midwife, no time left for argument, had elbowed her way free to be ready for the moment of birth and was coaxing her toward it amid the uproar. All decency had flown. Even a doctor delivered under a modesty blanket, but whatever had been covering her seemed to have fallen away. She heard her own ear-splitting scream as she thrust against the final ripping apart of her body, her back arching like a bow. With a rush the baby came. As its wail went up there was a burst of applause from the noblemen. The one she heard addressed as Augustin gave her the news before the midwife had a chance.

"It's a girl! You have a fine daughter, madame!"

In exhaustion, she let herself sink deep into the mattress of goose feathers, eyes closed and a smile on her lips. She no longer cared about anything else. The baby's lusty wailing was music to her. After several stillbirths and more miscarriages, she had a living child. "Give her to me," she implored in an exultant whisper.

The midwife had cut the cord and wrapped the infant in a piece of linen. When she would have handed her over to the mother, Augustin snatched the human bundle away and swept the newborn infant high into the air, regarding her fondly.

"You're like a crumpled little flower, mademoiselle," he joked, making swooping circles with her. His friends came to gather around, laughing as they shoved and pushed each other. In the bed Jeanne reached out her arms, gripped by panic at this new turn of drunken horseplay. She was terrified they might start throwing the infant to each other like a ball.

"Let me have her, sir! I beg you!"

He took no notice, continuing to address the baby whose pouched lids blinked at him over an unfocused gaze, her lungs continuing to give forth a newborn cry. "A bloom from the meadows and dung-heaps of Versailles, that's what you are, ma petite. Marguerite is a name that would suit you. Yes, I name you Marguerite." His friends cheered noisily. Jeanne would have struggled from the bed if the midwife had not restrained her. "In seventeen years," he continued laughingly, "Jacques and Francois and Leon and I will be back to court you. Pay no attention to them. I'll be the one for you. In the meantime here's a token of my good faith." He had a louis d'or in his pocket and as he gave the infant into her mother's arms he pressed it into her tiny fingers. "See how she clutches it, madame! She'll be an expensive wife for a man to keep when the time comes."

Jeanne, whose tears had been streaming down her face in her fright, turned her shoulder to him as she settled the infant protectively against her. He bowed to them both and pulled the curtain across to leave them on their own with the midwife.

When Theo Dremont hurried home from work there was little hope in him that his wife's labor, which had started in the early hours before sunrise, would have proved any more productive than on previous occasions. After each one Jeanne had become more difficult and at times quite strange in the head. He had had to take a stick to beat the sense back into her too often for his liking, but his reputation in the village had to be considered and no one respected a man not seen to master domestic upheavals in his own house. After a few months of constant weeping, Jeanne had adjusted once again. If after every disappointment she was a little less stable than before, only he knew it.

His mouth fell agape as he stopped in the doorway of his house and saw its disarray. There was no sign of the neighbor who should have had a cooked dinner ready for him. Instead two dandy menservants in doublets and petticoat breeches with ribbons at the knees, aprons about their waists, were removing from the table the remains of what appeared to have been a grand meal judging by the number of chicken bones and emptied wine bottles.

All the windows stood open and under them were four mounds of clean straw that had been shaped into beds, with a satin-lined cloak on each in lieu of blankets. A row of riding boots, newly polished, stood beside some traveling chests stacked against the wall. From the scaffolding around a barn he was building for a farmer, he had seen throughout the day the nobility descending like a great flock of peacocks on the village and he realized full well that his cottage had been taken over. Yet the question still burst from him.

"What's going on here?"

The two menservants looked condescendingly at him. They had seen their masters rigged out in best clothes and off to the royal lodge before they and their fellows had cooked and enjoyed a good meal themselves out of supplies brought with them. Although of peasant stock, they adopted the rank of their masters in the hierarchy of the servant world and thought themselves well above this thick-shouldered, coarse-featured artisan in his dirty brick-laying clothes. The taller of the two pointed to a leather purse on the windowsill.

"That's your payment and there'll be more when our masters are ready to leave."

Theo snatched up the purse and tipped the contents into his calloused palm. His eyes gleamed. The longer the king's fete lasted the better as far as he was concerned. As he pocketed the purse he remembered what had brought him home with more haste than usual. He looked toward the bed. The curtains were drawn and there was silence. With a depressed sigh he turned to hang up his hat, only to find every peg taken up with riding coats and headgear. He put his own hat on the floor. Crossing to the bed he drew back the curtains, expecting to find Jeanne lying stark-eyed and immobile with disappointment.

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Reading Group Guide

A tale of social ascent and descent, all-consuming love, religious persecution, exile, ambition, privilege, and revolution, To Dance with Kings is a front row seat to history, from the court of Louis XIV through the French Revolution, told by four extraordinary women who lived it.

The questions in this guide are intended as a framework for your group’s discussion of To Dance with Kings.

1. Augustin Roussier appears in the opening scene of the novel. What was your initial impression of him? Did your expectations shift at any point? In what ways is he the man he initially appears to be, and in what ways did he surprise you?

2. How does the relentless drive to ensure a better life for Marguerite dominate the character of Jeanne, and how does it impact later generations of women in her family? In what way can you see Jeanne’s legacy in each of them?

3. What is your opinion of Susanne? How do you feel about her suspicion and betrayal of Margeurite? What motivates these actions? Are her intentions honorable or selfish? Is she attempting to protect the man she loves or gain the upper hand over a rival? Were you surprised to learn of her secret marriage to Augustin?

4. Discuss the persecution of the Huguenots under Louis XIV. Previous to reading To Dance with Kings, what did you know of this era of French history? What other historical periods have seen similar treatment of religious or cultural minorities? In the novel, what are the major factors driving the cycle of violence? Do you see these same politics playing out in current world events? How does it compare to the treatment of the royalists after the revolution, as portrayed in this novel?

5. Despite Marguerite’s best efforts, her daughter Jasmin commits some serious follies that have lasting repercussions–and the cycle continues with her granddaughter Violette. What do you think of this portrayal of parenthood? Is it realistic? Consider Jasmin’s comments to Violette on the subject on page 436. Do you find her words to be true in the context of the novel? In your own life?

6. Consider the means by which the women in this novel gain a measure of control over their destinies, despite the restrictions of the day. How does each take a hand in her own fate? What allows these women to survive and even thrive despite the odds that are against them?

7. Discuss the theme of predestination in To Dance with Kings. Where do you see events that seem to be controled by fate–or some force outside the characters themselves? What do you think the author is attempting to illuminate with this device? How does fate play a role in each woman’s life?

8. At what point does the power balance between Jasmin and Sabatin shift in her favor? What do you see as the turning point?

9. 1.After running away, Violette lays out her feelings on life and love for Leonard Vanneau (page 401):
I’m entirely my own person. People have talked to me, ordered me about, lavished gifts on me, and thought always to mould me into a domestic creature to be wife to some man of their choice. I’ve always wanted more than that. Even when my mother spoke to me of a good marriage I knew it would be a kind of imprisonment. Oh, no! I want freedom. Not bonds to tie me for the rest of my life.
What do you think has created this fiercely independent young girl? Why is she so intent on never being tied down? What do you think of the choices she subsequently makes? In the end, what is your opinion of Violette?

10. What do you make of the character of Marie Antoinette as portrayed in To Dance with Kings? How is her life both similar to and different from the bourgoisie and high-born women we see? How does Rosalind Laker’s portrayal of the queen compare to the view of her that you are familiar with?

11. Throughout this novel, we see many loves, both fleeting and true. What is the nature of love at court and outside? Is there a difference? What can two people reasonably expect from each other in this world? How does this compare to modern expectations of a partner?

12. When the Englishman Richard first appears, did you recognize him as the great-grandson of Augustin Roussier? When did you first guess his lineage?

13. Perhaps the most prominent character in this novel is the Palace of Versailles itself. What role does Versailles play in the lives of the characters we see, high-born, common, kings, and servants? What is the meaning of the palace to each of them, and what does it represent for you as a reader?

14. Of all the women whose lives are portrayed in To Dance with Kings, who do you most identify with as a reader? Who were you rooting for? Whose experience left the greatest impression on you and what was it that drew you to her?

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  • Posted January 19, 2011

    Loved it

    This is such a compelling novel. As you experience the lives of the four women, your heart aches and rejoices with them. Laker is one of my favorite authors because of the depth she gives both to her characters and to their surroundings. She paints the scenes beautifully. LOVE, LOVE LOVE it!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 5, 2009

    Great historical fiction

    I loved the book. The story line and characters were great and it was an easy read. Anyone who loves historical fiction will love this book!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 30, 2008


    this book was absolutley amazing...words cannot fully express how much i enjoyed reading this.<BR/>Dancing With Kings touched on literally everything : love, hate, jealousy, battle, sex....<BR/>A must read! ^.^

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 27, 2012

    Love this author

    I found a tattered copy of "Golden Tulip" while deployed in the gulf 2003. I loved it and now I have read almost everything she has written. The stories take you in and you feel like you know the charcters. You have hope for them and cry with them. Truely a marvolous story teller. Beware though you may not beable to put them down!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2008

    Review by Mirella Patzer - Historical Fiction Author

    Jeanne Dremont lives in the shadow of the palace of Versailles. As she lays giving birth to her daughter, a group of drunken young noblemen make their way into her home and witness the birth of her daughter, Marguerite. One picks up the baby and promises to return to her one day. Jeanne believes this is pure destiny. She is certain that Marguerite will one day belong to him. When Marguerite comes of age, the young nobleman returns and Jeanne arranges for her to become his mistress. But the country is plagued by religious turmoil and he is forced to flee the country without Marguerite. Marguerite soon meets and marries Laurent, an architect to the King. She bears him a daughter named Jasmin. Laurent loves Jasmin, his only child, and there is nothing that he can deny her. Raised in the proximity to the palace, Jasmin ultimately meets the new young King of France. A mutual friendship develops between them. Their closeness comes to the attention of the Deputy Ruler. He forces her to marry a dishonored courtier named Sabatin. e two are banished from court and from Versaille to a secluded country home. Sabatin is a dark, morose, angry man who blames Jasmin. He is a cruel man who treats her badly and rapes her regularly. Even worse, he keeps her in seclusion, forbiddng any contact between Jasmin and her parents. Years pass and in desperation, Marguerite and Laurent send a painter to her home in the country. Love soon blossoms. The painter cannot stay forever, and he soon must part. Unbeknownst to him, Jasmin is pregnant. Fearful for the life of the baby she carries, she keeps the pregnancy secret from Sabatin. When Jasmin gives birth to a daughter, she sends the child to a a family who lives in the country a comfortable distance away. Violette grows into a beautiful young woman, angry at Jasmin for depriving her of a more prominent life. Sabatin dies and Jasmin rushes to reclaim her daughter, but Violette has run away from home. Jasmin seeks her daughter, but never finds her. Years thereafter, Jasmin¿s banishment is lifted and she is permitted to return to Versaille once more where she finally reunites with her lost daughter, now a woman grown. Violette has not led an easy life. After a trail of abuse, she became mistress to the king and bore him a child. The King arranged for her to marry an Austrian nobleman, but her new husband refused to accept her baby who she has named Rose. As a last resort, Violette seeks out her mother to hand the child over to her to raise. Under the loving care of her grandmother, Rose lives a contented life. At the tender age of sixteen, she is commanded to become lady-in-waiting to the new queen, Marie Antoinette. She learns that it was her late father who arranged this for her. When she learns the secret of her true parentage, she blames her grandmother. Four generations of women live and dance in the shadow of the palace of Versailles. It is an intricately told tale starting with the creation and splendors of the French court and culminating with the turbulence of the French Revolution. The novel is a testament to historical detail and a tribute to the brilliance of author, Rosalind Laker.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 7, 2008

    great historical fiction

    romantic and fast paced. highly recommend

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Great historical fiction

    In 1664 in the tiny village of Versailles, Jeanne Dremont, a peasant fan-maker, gives birth to her only child, whom she called Marguerite. Witnessing the birth is Augustin, a not quite twenty drunken aristocrat, who was actually coming to pay his respects along with his comrades like much of the French aristocracy to King Louis XIV. Excited by what he observed, he vows to come back for newborn Marguerite when she turns seventeen.--------------- The Sun King¿s court accepts Marguerite as one of them, which leads to her daughter Jasmin being raised in affluence and privilege as a favorite on the monarch. Her daughter Violette enjoys the wastrel lifestyle that proves the descendents of that fan maker have come a long way from their peasant mud. However, all of whatthese generations of women have achieved will implode when Violette¿s daughter Rose becomes a lady-in-waiting to Marie Antoinette. ---------------------- This historical saga follows four generations of women as each rises a bit higher from their peasant roots only to find everything gone once the Revolution began. The entreating sweeping storyline chronologically focuses on each of the femmes enabling the audience to obtain deep insight into a century and a quarter France prior to and during the Revolution. Historical fiction readers will want to dance with Rosalind Laker as she provides a compelling drama that vividly showcases late seventeenth and eighteenth France through a strong cast.------------------ Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 9, 2012

    Kp tx

    Absolutely wonderful. I throughly enjoyed the author's developement of each of the main characters. I found myself sad when the book ended. Definetly recommended.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2012


    Was fantastic!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 17, 2012

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    I have read this book at least once a year since I purchased in hard back form. It is a tale of love, betrayal, rebirth and death. I have always enjoyed this story and will continue to reread it. You will experience a whole range of emotions reading this which makes it a great exercise for your imagination.

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  • Posted August 7, 2011

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    I liked it, but not sure why...

    Romantic historical fiction. Very entertaining for a light (yet sappy) read.

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  • Posted December 16, 2009

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    Vive la France. A great Book!

    Loved it as I always do love Rosalind Laker books. Having been to Versailles I fully appreciated the background and really enjoyed reading it.

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