The Veil of Gold [NOOK Book]

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When an ancient gold bear is found walled up in a dilapidated St. Petersburg bathhouse, researcher Daniel St. Clair and his frosty colleague Em Hayward set out for the university in Arkhangelsk to verify its age. Along the way they are mysteriously set adrift. Maps are suddenly useless. Lost and exhausted they turn north, sinking even deeper into the secrets and terrors of the Russian landscape.

Daniel’s lost love, the wild and beautiful Rosa Kovalenka, fears the...

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Overview


When an ancient gold bear is found walled up in a dilapidated St. Petersburg bathhouse, researcher Daniel St. Clair and his frosty colleague Em Hayward set out for the university in Arkhangelsk to verify its age. Along the way they are mysteriously set adrift. Maps are suddenly useless. Lost and exhausted they turn north, sinking even deeper into the secrets and terrors of the Russian landscape.

Daniel’s lost love, the wild and beautiful Rosa Kovalenka, fears the worst when Daniel goes missing and resolves to find him. To do so will mean confronting her past and secrets that she has fought to suppress. The only way to save him is to go forward, where she encounters the haunted Chenchikov clan, a family with their own shadowy tangle of grief, desire, and treachery.

In the unknowable, impenetrable Russian forest, Rosa meets an enigmatic wanderer who is full of tales and riddles of times past. Who might hold the key to Rosa and Daniel’s future--or the destruction of their world.


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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

Aurealis-winner Wilkins (The Autumn Castle) refracts Russian history through a brilliantly jeweled kaleidoscope of folklore in this sparkling tale. Papa Grigory, a powerful shape-shifting creature who claims intimate familiarity with Russian celebrities from Konstantin to Rasputin, narrates the story of the Golden Bear, a magical statuette. When human enchantress Rosa Kovalenka finds the Bear hidden in the wall of a Russian bathhouse, the Bear sends Rosa's lover, Daniel, and his boss, Em Hayward, to Skazki, the fabled "land of enchantments." There they struggle to survive encounters with mythic Russian creatures banished across the veil centuries ago by foolish humans. Rosa must learn to use her magical inheritance and solve the riddle of the doomed Snow Queen to save her human friends and keep Skazki from oblivion. Wilkins's human characters are endearing and her mythic monsters spring into vibrant life. Adult fairy tales don't come any better than this. (July)

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Library Journal

The discovery of an ancient gold bear hidden in the walls of a St. Petersburg bathhouse brings researchers Daniel St. Clair and Em Hayward to verify its age. On their way to the university in Arkhangelsk, however, they lose their way; maps become useless, and they have no choice but to venture on-and into an unfamiliar, strange Russia. Seeking Daniel, his lost love Rosa ventures forth into her own mystical journey, confronting her past in an attempt to save Daniel's-and possibly the world's-future. The Australian author of The Autumn Castle again blends dark urban fantasy with adventure/intrigue in a story that combines Russian myth and modern sensibilities. For most libraries.
—Jackie Cassada

Kirkus Reviews
A real fairy tale, in traditional, bloody style. A thousand years ago, a princess of Russia chose Christianity, rejecting the pagan gods, demons and magic of her people. As a result, Russia split into two, dividing into Mir, the world of men, and Skazki, the world of story. In the present day, a mysterious golden bear figurine is unearthed from an old St. Petersburg bath house. It transports Em, a curiously cold television presenter, and Daniel, a lovelorn script editor, into Skazki. Meanwhile, Daniel's former lover Rosa, a woman with second sight and a terrible secret, apprentices herself to a treacherous wizard to gain the knowledge to bring Em and Daniel back to Mir. Wilkins (The Autumn Castle, 2004) uses an extensive knowledge of Russian folklore to create a viscerally real Skazki; no candy-colored Disney paradise, it's unpleasant, uncomfortable and extremely dangerous. There are no brave heroes or absolute villains in this book, just people (and entities) doing what they need to do (be it unethical or disgusting) to survive and preserve their loved ones. And magic, while a useful and powerful tool, always exacts its price. These strictures make for superlative world building and a plot that leads to a perfectly inevitable conclusion. Intriguing, genuine, rich.
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Praise for The Autumn Castle

"A fascinating adventure on a high note."

Publishers Weekly

“An eerie, dark fantasy of friendship, art, pain, and magic.”

Locus

“Aficionados of dark urban fantasy will find this a fast-paced treat.”

—Jacqueline Carey on The Autumn Castle

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429940221
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 4/27/2010
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 496
  • Sales rank: 835,709
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author


Kim Wilkins is an Australian bestseller who has won an Aurealis Award for both Best Horror Novel and Best Novel. She resides in Brisbane with her husband, son, assorted cats, and far too many books. 


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Veil of Gold, The


By Wilkins, Kim

Tor Fantasy

Copyright © 2010 Wilkins, Kim
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780765359735

One

Rosa Kovalenka was beautiful and clever, but nobody knew the truth about her.

Not Daniel, not Uncle Vasily, and certainly not the American foreman who caught his breath from the run up the stairs before speaking.

“There’s been an accident,� he said.

Rosa leapt up from her desk. “Is anybody hurt?�

“Not that kind of an accident.� He removed his hard hat, revealing sandy curling hair. “I’m sorry, Miss Kovalenka, but we’ve mistakenly knocked a hole in one of the walls.� His eyes flicked around nervously. “Is Vasily here?�

“No, Jamie, Uncle Vasily is at lunch.� She offered a reassuring smile. “Show me. Maybe it’s not so bad.�

Rosa followed Jamie from the office and down the worn stone steps to the street. She had been working in Uncle Vasily’s business for the past six months, and she knew his temper was legendary, which accounted for Jamie’s anxious body language as he strode ahead of her. Two doors up stood the bathhouse. A nineteenth-century structure that had been boarded up for forty years, it was the current object of Vasily’s unstoppable desire to transform every old building in St. Petersburg into luxury apartments.

“It’s the sub-contractors,� Jamie was saying in embarrassed tones. Rosa knew that Jamie nursed a crush on her and revealing this lapse of judgment clearly pained him. “We speak English, they speak Russian. Something got lost in translation and they started pulling out a wall.�

“Well, they’ll have to put it back,� she said gently.

“They’ve destroyed the plaster work, cracked all the tiles.�

“Uncle Vasily won’t be pleased.�

“The men were hoping you’d tell him.� Jamie pushed open the door to the bathhouse; inside was dim and cold. One wall remained uncleaned, the mold of centuries gathered in its antique crevices. The tiles imparted a glassy echo to every sound.

“There’s something else,� Jamie said, leaning close, his clear green eyes holding her gaze. “Inside the wall.�

“What’s inside the wall?�

“We didn’t want to move it. But it looks like gold.�

Rosa brushed Jamie aside and hurried to where the assembled crew stood scratching their heads, arguing in Russian and English. A bright spotlight had been angled directly into the gaping hole. She snapped at the crew to stand back, and leaned in.

Rainbow colors, golden mist, swirls of starlight patterns. An old song, half out of tune. A falling sensation beneath her ribs, an extra breath pressed into her lungs.

Rosa blinked. She had always seen things others didn’t see: the magical world was laid bare to her, where it remained cloaked to most. This hollow in the wall was brimming over with magic. She peered closer and saw why. Shoved upside-down between two bricks was a bear made of gold.

Rosa gasped. “It’s beautiful,� she said, reaching into the cavity. Dust and mold blackened the lower three inches of the bear, but the top half was clean. Rosa’s fingers brushed against it and electricity snapped up her hand and forearm. She snatched her hand away.

The workmen exchanged nervous glances.

“It’s enchanted,� she said, then repeated herself in Russian for the benefit of the locals. One or two of the crew snickered, probably the Americans.

The door to the bathhouse flew open and Vasily stood there, outlined by the sunlight from the street.

“What has happened!� he shrieked in Russian.

“Uncle Vasily, calm down,� Rosa said, hurrying over and taking his fleshy arm. “I think the damage is not so bad, and they will be able to fix it easily. Come, you must see. A wonderful object has been found.�

Vasily shook his head. “Ay, Roshka. Can I not go to lunch without a disaster befalling me?�

“It’s not a disaster, Uncle Vasily. It’s a blessing. You’ll see.�

She led him to the cavity and reached in for the bear. This time there was no electricity. The bear had already marked her. She drew it from its hiding place and Vasily hushed.

“Do you see?� Rosa said. “A hole in a wall is easy to repair. The bear wanted us to find her.�

“Is it gold, Rosa?�

“I think so.�

Vasily touched it and Rosa noted that no electrical charge passed between the bear and her uncle.

“Is it very old and precious?� he said.

“Perhaps.�

Jamie, obviously made curious by their hushed Russian, broke in. “You should take that to a museum.�

“What did he say?� Vasily snapped, though Rosa suspected he knew what was being said. He was too proud for misunderstandings, instead relying on Rosa for precise translations.

“Jamie suggests a museum.�

“It is mine!�

“I know, Uncle Vasily.�

Vasily turned on Jamie and roared in darkly inflected English, “I am developer. I am not historian.�

“It’s all right, Jamie,� Rosa said to the foreman. “We know what to do. Get your men to fix this wall. Uncle Vasily thanks you for your honesty.� She slipped off her jacket and wrapped the bear, then put out her hand to Vasily. He took it firmly.

“I won’t take it to a museum, Roshka,� he said as the door to the bathhouse thudded shut behind them.

“I know,� she said, then tried to cheer him out of his temper by teasing him. “Uncle Vasily, how is that dark cold place ever going to be made into luxury apartments?�

“You sound like your mother,� he muttered, and Rosa’s heart tumbled.

“Skylights?� she said, mock-brightly.

“Skylights. And heaters. And thick carpet. Somebody will buy them. Somebody always does.�

She pushed open the heavy wooden door to their offices, and followed Vasily up the bare stone stairs. The first floor was an unfinished demolition site. The second floor was carpeted in green and wallpapered in cream and gold. Behind a partition, draftsmen and secretaries and engineers and accountants worked quietly. Vasily ushered Rosa into his private office and closed the door.

“Show me again,� he said.

Rosa carefully unwrapped the bear and stood it on the desk between the piles of plans and the streaming in-trays. “I think it’s very old, Uncle Vasily,� she said.

“Why do you think it, Rosa?�

Rosa wouldn’t say that she just felt it, because her mother had felt things and Vasily already spoke too much about El-lena Kovalenka. Her sad shade seemed always in mind.

“The face on the bear looks odd, almost like a human face,� she said.

Vasily ran his fingers over his chin, pulling his bottom lip. His black hair, heavy with hair oil, flopped over his left eye. “Yes, yes,� he said. “She could be worth a fortune.�

“We should find out how much. We could ask a museum—�

“It’s mine, Rosa. I won’t hand it over.�

“I don’t want you to hand it over. I want you only to authenticate it. They won’t take it from you. It was on your property.�

“I don’t trust historians!� he exclaimed, shooting out of his chair and adopting his customary brooding frown. “I don’t trust museums! They are thieves of the dead.�

Rosa scratched some of the black muck from the bear with her thumbnail. “I know somebody,� she said quietly. “Somebody who may be able to tell you if it’s authentic or not. He would be discreet.�

“Who is it?�

“An old friend. He’s in Novgorod. He’s a . . . researcher.� She avoided the word historian, malign as they were in Vasily’s view. She couldn’t remember Daniel’s specific job appellation anyway. All she knew was that he was working for a major British television company, that they were making a documentary, and that he had left his phone number on her answering machine two weeks ago when he had arrived in Russia. She had written it down, never intending to use it but too superstitious to release the numbers into silence.

Vasily paced, peered through the blinds, returned to the table and sat. He spread his hands before him. “I trust you, Rosa. If you think he is a good man—�

“Oh, he’s a good man. There is no doubt.�

Vasily nodded. “Do what is right, Roshka.�

“I’ll see if he can come to St. Petersburg.�

“You think he might?�

Rosa hid a smile. “Yes, I do. Don’t you worry about a thing, Uncle Vasily.�

Daniel closed out the afternoon cold and fished his room key from his pocket. The guesthouse smelled of cabbage and warm spices and he wondered what artery-clogging delights Crazy Adelina was cooking for dinner that night. He hadn’t yet witnessed anything proving that Adelina was crazy, but four of the crew, who had been on the receiving end of a tirade about smoking in their rooms, assured him it was only a matter of time.

The note had been slipped under his door. It was flipped over on its face between the scarred writing desk and the dreary checked bedspread. Daniel stooped to pick it up, his heart taking an unexpected jump to see her name written there in Russian letters.

Rosa Kovalenka called.

Rosa called? Daniel had resigned himself to the certainty that she would never call. He sat on the bed and studied the note as though it might provide more details. What was she feeling and thinking?

The door to his room was still open, and he heard footsteps on the narrow landing. Em Hayward, the writer and presenter of the series. Daniel was supposed to work closely with her, editing the scripts, but despite her dark prettiness and her polite smile he felt inexplicably intimidated by her. Something wasn’t quite right about her, as though the soft facade masked a steely intensity.

“Hello, Em,� he called.

“Hello, Daniel,� she called back, and closed her door.

He did the same, then turned to the telephone. He picked out Rosa’s number nervously, each digit acquiring new significance: 8, the number of times they had made love during their brief affair; 1, how often he’d said “I love you�before she disappeared; 2, the presents he had given her—a silver bracelet and a deep blue scarf the precise color of her eyes. The other things he couldn’t count in single figures. Train trips between Cambridge and London to see her; desperate phone calls that went unanswered; gin and tonics consumed to obliterate the pain. But Rosa hadn’t stayed. Rosa had escaped to her uncle’s place in St. Petersburg, and Daniel hadn’t heard her voice in more than six months.

Still, he knew it when he heard it.

“Hello,� she said. The soft curves of a Canadian accent—that was, after all, where she had grown up—but always lingering underneath that, the kiss of the exotic place from which she drew her heritage.

“Rosa?�

“Daniel,� she said cautiously, and her caution iced his fantasies of reconciliation before they could grow too hot. “Thank you for calling me back.�

“It’s been such a long time. How are you?�

“I’m doing okay,� she said. “I’m doing fine. And you?�

Did he mistake the tender note in her voice? Probably. He took a breath and calmed himself. “I’m well. I’m busy. I’m still having trouble with my Russian possessive partitives.�

She laughed. “I’m sure you’re underestimating yourself. You were my star pupil.�

“The teacher who replaced you was very dreary. I didn’t bother going back to lessons once you were gone.� He winced, realizing he had said too much.

She left a beat of silence before saying, “Daniel, we found an interesting object bricked up in a wall at Uncle Vasily’s latest development site. I have a feeling that it’s very old.�

“How old is the building?�

“Mid-nineteenth century. But this object . . . It looks much older, almost primitive. It’s a gold bear about eight inches high, has an interesting design across its stomach. I’ve never seen anything like it.�

Daniel tried to picture it. He picked up the phone and took it to the bed to sit down. “Is it solid? Full-round or relief?�

“It’s bear-shaped, round. It’s heavy and smooth.�

“You say it looks primitive.�

“Almost . . . pagan.� Her self-conscious laugh echoed down the line. “But I know nothing about art or history.�

“No, no. The Scythians did a lot of animal figures, but usually reliefs, not full-round sculptures. The early Slavs were very fond of bears.�

“It looks almost human in the face. Odd eyes. They’re closed and she’s smiling, like she’s thinking about something she likes.�

“It could even be ancient Altai. They believed spirits could slip between humans and animals, and they used an eye motif . . . But it sounds too large. I don’t know, Rosa, it’s impossible to say without seeing it. You could take it to a museum.�

“Uncle Vasily won’t hear of it.�

Daniel hesitated. “Do you want me to come and look at it?�

She surprised him by answering quickly and enthusiastically. “Would you? It would mean a lot to Uncle Vasily if he could find out what it is. Who knows, maybe it’s just a piece of junk.�

He took a second to catch his breath. Talking to her was one thing, but seeing her in the flesh was entirely another. It occurred to him, urgently and brightly, that he hadn’t made any progress at all in getting over her.

“Of course I’ll come,� he said. “I’d love to see you.�

“Daniel, it’s just the bear, you understand.� Her voice grew soft. “If we hadn’t found it, I might not have called.�

It stung, but he was grateful for her honesty. “Yes, I understand,� he said, trying to sound nonchalant. “I’ll call you when I know which day I’m coming. All right?�

“Okay. I look forward to it.�

Daniel replaced the phone in its cradle, feeling flat and disappointed. He knew the feeling well, and didn’t want to descend into the melancholy haze that ordinarily followed it. Voices drifted up through the window, and he snatched up his room key and let himself out. Downstairs, behind the guesthouse, lay a tiny courtyard where his co-workers gathered to drink and share cigarettes.

“Here’s Daniel!� called Richard, the chief sound operator, already half-drunk and in shoulder-slapping mode. Daniel slid onto the bench beside him and looked at the shiny new leaves on the birch spreading above them. “Isn’t it supposed to be summer soon? When will it warm up?�

“Have a vodka, that will warm you up.� This was Aaron, the producer, who had worked with Daniel on another project four years ago. Was that the last television job he had done? No wonder he had trouble making the rent. Aaron thrust a drink into Daniel’s hand. Five other men sat on the bench or on the flagstones under the tree, and their voices echoed around the walls of the buildings that bordered the courtyard.

“Thanks.� He sipped the drink and tried to let Rosa go. “Does anybody know what times the trains run to St. Petersburg from here?�

There was a loud snort of laughter. Aaron raised his eyebrows with a smile. “You’re asking us? You’re the train expert.�

Daniel bit his tongue. He had refused to fly from London with everybody else. He didn’t like to think of his aversion to airplanes as a phobia, but had to admit after five consecutive days on English, French, German and, finally, Russian trains only something as severe as a phobia could have led to such extreme measures.

“Why are you going to St. Pete?� asked Richard, reaching for a cigarette and offering one to Daniel.

Daniel shrugged and took the cigarette. He wouldn’t call himself a smoker, but was taking alarming numbers from the crew at the moment. “To see an old friend.�

“You should drive,� Richard said. “Frank would let you take the hire car.�

Frank was the executive producer, stuck back in London in urgent meetings with the accountants. Richard meant that Frank would never know where the hire car ended up.

“No, I prefer not to drive,� Daniel muttered, hoping for a quick subject change.

“Afraid of driving too?�

“Wrong side of the road,� Aaron offered. “That’s it, isn’t it?�

Before Daniel had to admit he was right, Aaron said, “Ask Em. She’s going up tomorrow afternoon. And she’s a Yank. They all drive on the wrong side.�

“I’ll just catch the train,� Daniel said, blowing a long stream of smoke into the afternoon air. “I wouldn’t know what to say to Em on a three-hour car trip.�

“She’s easy enough to get along with,� Aaron said, puzzled.

“Nah, I’m with Daniel,� Richard said. “She’s frozen solid under there, I’d bet money on it.�

“I can’t stand the silence,� Declan, one of the cameramen, said.

“The silence?�

“When you talk to her. She’s perfectly silent. No nodding, no ‘uh-huh,’ no encouraging smile. Like she’s watching an actor perform.â€?

A laugh went around. Daniel joined in. It was a perfect description.

“I’ve heard that she had a man sacked for answering his mobile phone between shots,� George, the production assistant, said.

Declan threw his cigarette into the gutter. “I’ve heard she has a kid, back in America. She abandoned him when he was a baby.�

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Copyright © 2005 by Kim Wilkins.
Published in July 2008 by Tom Doherty Associates.
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    This is a great work by a terrific author.

    After breaking with her boyfriend the historian Daniel St. Clair, Rosa Kovalenka returns to her homeland Russia for the first time in years to assist her uncle at a St. Petersburg dilapidated bathhouse. Workers uncover a golden statue of a bear buried in the walls. Rosa asks Daniel to authenticate the find. Accompanied by Em Hayward, Daniel suggests asking his former professor in Archangelsk to take a look at the artifact Rosa agrees.-------------- Daniel and Em drive towards Archangelsk, but vanish somewhere on the two day trek without a trace. While Rosa searches for her missing former lover, the bear has taken the pair into another realm Swazi a place where a millennium ago when a Russian princess adopted Jesus the country split apart into the land of men called Mir and the realm of dangerous magic Skazki. ------------------- This engaging horror fantasy is played out along three well written subplots. First there is Daniel and Em trying to survive the dangerous Skazi realm while finding a way home then there is Rosa in Russia trying to rescue Daniel and finally there are asides starring an elderly person telling tales of the history of Russia to his daughter (and readers) around the time that princess caused the split. However, the key to this excellent saga is no one is incredibly courageous or 100 percent evil. Everyone is a little of both with a basic instinct, whether you are a human in Russia or Skazi or a mythical creature, to survive. Thus the underlying message of this exciting tale is ethics are personal so what the reader might find horrific, another person (or creature) might find as the norm. This is a great work by a terrific author.----------- Harriet Klausner

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