Copperhead (Spanish-language Edition)

by Bernard Cornwell, Francisco Rodríguez de Lecea (Translator)

Overview

El azar ha convertido a Nathaniel Starbuck en un "copperhead", un norteño que en la guerra de Secesión americana lucha en el bando del Sur rebelde. Con la ayuda de Allan Pinkerton, su espía jefe, el general McClellan está convencido de poder llevar a los nordistas hasta las puertas de la capital rebelde, Richmond. Starbuck, expulsado de su regimiento por su fundador, el vanidoso Washington Faulconer, deberá recorrer un arduo camino para reunirse de nuevo con sus camaradas: pasará por las cárceles inhumanas de Richmond, cruzará los ensangrentados y humeantes campos de batalla de Virginia, e incluso se infiltrará en el alto mando del ejército nordista. Porque Starbuck se ha unido a la "guerra en la sombra" de la traición y el espionaje, en la que nada es seguro y en nadie se puede confiar. Una de las mejores novelas jamás escritas sobre los servicios secretos en tiempos de guerra.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9788435045810
Publisher:	EDHASA
Publication date:	01/21/2013
Series:	Nathaniel Starbuck Chronicles Series , #2
Sold by:	Bookwire
Format:	eBook
Pages:	640
File size:	1 MB
Language:	Spanish

About the Author

Nació en Londres en 1944 y vivió su infancia en el sur de Essex. Después de graduarse en la Universidad de Londres, trabajó para la cadena de televisión de la BBC durante siete años, principalmente como realizador del programa Nationwide.

Posteriormente se hizo cargo del departamento de actualidad de la BBC en Irlanda del Norte, y en 1978 pasó a dirigir el programa Thames at Six, para la Thames Television. Actualmente reside en Estados Unidos.

Su serie dedicada a Richard Sharpe, que en España viene publicando Edhasa, le ha convertido en uno de los escritores más leídos y de mayor éxito en el género de la novela histórica de aventuras, condición que volvió a poner de manifiesto con la trilogía formada por Arqueros del Rey (2001), La batalla del Grial (2002) y El sitio de Calais (2004) o la tetralogía sobre Starbuck, situada en la guerra civil americana, de la que las primeras entregas han sido Rebelde (2011) y Copperhead (2012) .

También son buena muestra de su talento las novelas Stonehenge (2000), El ladrón de la horca (2003) o Azincourt (2010), El fuerte (2011) así como las Crónicas del Señor de la Guerra: El rey del invierno (2008), El enemigo de Dios (2009) y Excalibur (2010).

El ciclo sobre la confluencia de sajones, vikingos y normandos, se inició con  Northumbria, El último reino (2006),  Svein, el del caballo blanco (2007), Los señores del Norte (2008), La canción de la espada (2009) y La tierra en llamas (2010), Muerte de Reyes (2013), Uhtred, el pagado (2014), El trono vacante (2015), Los guerreros de la tormenta (2016),   todas ellas publicadas en Narrativas históricas y algunas de ellas también publicadas en la colección económica de bolsilo Pocket-edhasa.

Read an Excerpt

Chapter One

The invasion began at midnight.

It was not truly an invasion, just a heavy raid on a rebel encampment that a patrol had spotted among the thick woods that crowned the high bluffs on the Virginia side of the river, but to the two thousand men who waited to cross the bleak slate-gray swirl of the Potomac River this night's exertions seemed more momentous than a mere raid. This fight across the river was their opportunity to prove their critics wrong. Nursery soldiers, one newspaper had called them; wonderfully trained and beautifully drilled, but much too precious to be dirtied in battle. Yet tonight the despised nursery soldiers would fight. Tonight the Army of the Potomac would carry fire and steel to a rebel encampment and if all went well they would march on to occupy the town of Leesburg, which lay two miles beyond the enemy camp. The expectant soldiers imagined the shamefaced citizens of the Virginia town waking to see the Stars and Stripes flying over their community again, and then they imagined themselves marching south, ever farther south, until the rebellion was crushed and America was reunited in peace and brotherhood.

"You bastard!" a voice shouted loudly from the river's edge where a work party had been launching a boat carried from the nearby Chesapeake and Ohio Canal. One of the work party had slipped in the clay, dropping the boat's stem onto a sergeant's foot. "You no-good son of a bitch goddamn bastard!" The Sergeant hopped away from the boat.

"Sorry," the man said nervously.

"I'll give you sorry, you bastard!"

"Silence! Keep it quiet now!" An officer, resplendent in a new gray overcoat that was handsomely lined in red, clambered down the steep bank and helped lift the skiff toward the river's gray water from which a small mist crept to hide the lower slopes of the far bank. They labored beneath a high moon, no clouds, and a spread of stars so bright and clean they seemed like an augury of success. It was October, the fragrant month when the air smelt of apples and woodsmoke, and when the sweltering dog days of summer gave way to clear sharp weather that held just enough promise of winter to persuade the troops to wear their fine new overcoats that were the same color as the river's drifting mist.

The first boats pushed clumsily off the bank. The oars clattered in the oarlocks, then dipped and splashed as the boats receded into the mist. The men, who a moment before had been cursing and cumbersome creatures clambering down the clay bank into the clumsy boats, were mysteriously transformed into warrior silhouettes, spiky with weapons, who glided silent and noble through the vaporous night toward the misted shadows of the enemy shore. The officer who had remonstrated with the Sergeant stared wistfully across the water. "I suppose," he said softly to the men around him, "that this was how Washington felt on the night he crossed the Delaware?"

"A much colder night, that one, I think," a second officer, a young student from Boston, replied.

"It'll be cold enough here soon," the first officer, a major, said. "There's only two months till Christmas." When the Major had marched to war, newspapers had promised that the rebellion would be over by fall, but now the Major was wondering whether he would be home with his wife and three children for the family rituals of Christmas. On Christmas Eve they sang carols on Boston Common, the children's faces lit by lanterns hung on poles, and afterward there were warm punch and slivers of cooked goose in the church vestry. Then on Christmas Day they went to his wife's parents' farm in Stoughton, where they harnessed the horses and the children laughed in delight as they trotted down country roads in a cloud of snow and a tinkling of sleigh bells.

"And I rather suspect General Washington's organization was superior to ours," the student-turned-lieutenant said in an amused voice. His name was Holmes and he was clever enough to awe his superiors, but usually intelligent enough not to let that cleverness alienate their affections.

"I am sure our organization will suffice," the Major said just a little too defensively.

"I am sure you're right," Lieutenant Holmes said, though he was not sure of that fact at all. Three regiments of northern troops waited to cross, and there were just three small boats to carry them from the Maryland shore to the island that lay close to the river's far bank, upon which island the troops must land before reembarking on two more boats for the final short crossing to the Virginia mainland. Doubtless they were crossing the river at the spot closest to the enemy encampment, but Lieutenant Holmes could not really understand why they did not cross a mile upstream where no island obstructed the river. Maybe, Holmes surmised, this was such an unlikely crossing place that the rebels would never think to guard it, and that seemed the best explanation he could find.

But if the choice of crossing place was obscure, at least the night's purpose was clear. The expedition would climb the Virginia bluffs to attack the rebel camp and capture as many Confederates as possible. Some rebels would get away, but those fugitives would find their flight blocked by a second Yankee force that was crossing the river five miles downstream. That force would cut the turnpike that led from Leesburg to the rebel headquarters at Centreville, and by trapping the defeated rebel forces it would provide the North with a small but significant victory to prove that the Army of the Potomac could do more than just drill and train and mount impressive parades. The capture of Leesburg would be a welcome bonus, but the night's real purpose was to prove that the...

Copperhead. Copyright © by Bernard Cornwell. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

Editorial Reviews

In the sequel to "Rebel: The Starbuck Chronicles, Volume 1" (HarperCollins, 1993), Cornwell seeks to create a new hero as popular as his Richard Sharpe (from the author's Napoleonic series). Nathaniel Starbuck is a Northerner, the son of a Boston minister who becomes caught up in the South at the start of the Civil War and joins the Rebel cause, captivated more by the challenge and peril of war than the righteousness of either side. New-forged loyalties entice him to stay with the rebels even after his life and his family ties are put at risk when he must act as a spy to save his best friend from charges of espionage. Nate is a beguiling hero and Cornwell's balance of battle, romance, and historic scenes are neatly paced in this novel set against the 1862 battle for Richmond.

Denise Perry Donavin