Dark Passage (Dark Mirror Series #2)

Dark Passage (Dark Mirror Series #2)

by M. J. Putney


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The Irregulars return home to 1803 England safely, but their worldview has changed. Not only have their heroic efforts at Dunkirk given them pride and confidence but their dangerous mission has increased their magical powers.

Tory delights in the ever deepening bond she shares with Allarde until she discovers how powerfully he is connected to his ancient family estate—the lands he will not inherit unless he denies his magical powers and chooses a nonmagical mate. If Tory really loves him, she must walk away—but does she have the strength to leave the love of her life?

Cynthia's heroic efforts at Dunkirk have won her the respect of the Irregulars, but her sharp tongue keeps everyone at a distance. Isolated and very alone at Lackland Abbey over the Christmas holidays, she reluctantly agrees to join Jack Rainford and his family for their celebration even though they're commoners, far below her own noble rank. The warm welcome of the Rainfords makes her feel happier and more accepted than she has ever been. But she can't possibly be falling in love with flirtatious Jack! Can she?

Then the Irregulars are drawn into a dangerous attempt to rescue a vitally important French scientist from Nazi-occupied France. Tory and Allarde must work together because countless lives are at stake. Disaster strikes and not only is their mission threatened, but their very lives. Can magic and their loyalty to each other help them survive to return home?

Find out in Dark Passage—M.J. Putney's thrilling follow-up to Dark Mirror.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780312622855
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 09/13/2011
Series: Dark Mirror Series , #2
Pages: 320
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.10(h) x 1.00(d)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

M. J. Putney is the author of the young adult fantasy novel Dark Mirror. As Mary Jo Putney, she is the New York Times bestselling author of historical romances. M. J. is fond of reading, cats, travel, and most of all, great stories.

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England, June 1940


Traveling through time was not for the faint of heart. Lady Victoria Mansfield wiped damp palms on her skirt as she contemplated being torn into screaming pieces, dragged through a magic mirror, and dropped one hundred thirty-seven years in the past, exhausted and ravenous. But this was the only way home.

She surveyed her friends. “Everyone ready to brave Merlin’s mirror again?”

There was a mutter of assent, with Lady Cynthia Stanton’s edgy “I want to get this over with!” the clearest comment.

Elspeth, flaxen-haired and fey, said to Cynthia, “Since you had the most difficult time coming through the mirror to get here, take my hand and I’ll see if I can send you extra energy to make the trip easier.”

Cynthia nodded ungraciously—she was often ungracious—and took Elspeth’s hand on one side and Allarde’s on the other. Allarde, dark-haired heir to a dukedom and a powerful mage, gave Cynthia an encouraging smile. Though he was jaw-droppingly handsome, Tory loved his kindness even more than his looks.

He laced the fingers of his other hand through Tory’s. Energy sparked between them. She always felt calmer and stronger when they were together.

The last of her group, Jack Rainford, clasped Elspeth’s hand to complete the line of magelings. “Lead on, Tory!” He wiggled his blond brows at her. “But if you take us to the wrong century, I’m going to be very, very cross.”

She smiled innocently. “Do you want to lead us through the mirror, Jack? I’ll be happy to defer to you.”

He looked horrified. “I’ll stick to weather magic, thank you. You’re the expert on traveling through time.”

A wise choice on his part. Jack was surely the best weather mage in England in 1940, and quite possibly would be the best when they returned home to 1803. But Tory seemed to have the most talent for moving through the mirror portal to other times—and taking others with her.

Tory gave a last smile to the four twentieth-century friends who had come to see them off. “Good luck and stay safe.”

“If you ever come back, we’ll find beds for you,” Nick Rainford said with a grin. His family was descended in some way from Jack’s family, and he and Jack shared similar blond good looks. They could easily pass as brothers.

Tory smiled, but they all knew it unlikely they’d ever see each other again.

She turned to the end of the chalk tunnel and raised her right hand. Though the time travel portal called Merlin’s mirror wasn’t yet visible, she could feel the burn of its magic. Summoning all her power, she visualized the time and place of their destination.

Take us back through time. Return us to Lackland Abbey in 1803. Take us to just a few minutes after we left. Take us home …

Magic was mostly a matter of will, and she had plenty of stubbornness as well as a talent for invoking the time portal. As she concentrated, a tall silver mirror shimmered into view. For an instant she saw the five of them reflected, somber and dressed in the clothing of their own time rather than the strange garments of 1940.

Stepping forward, she laid her palm against the mirror. The silver surface turned black—and she pitched into the abyss, dragging her friends behind her.

*   *   *

Passing through time was getting a little easier with practice, though not by much. Tory still felt as if she were being torn into small pieces and reassembled. But for the first time her mind was clear enough that she sensed other pathways through the dark screaming chaos. Other portals leading to … different places? Different times?

Allarde’s hand held hers in a death grip. Through him she felt the energy of the others, like notes of music.

Tory returned to normal space with wrenching abruptness. She collapsed on a cold chalk floor, the others crumpling down behind her. She almost passed out, but this time she managed to stay aware.

After a dozen gulping breaths, she sat up and surveyed her surroundings. Mage lights glowed on the ceiling. She may actually have succeeded in bringing them home the same night they’d left.

“That is a really terrible way to travel,” Jack groaned as he sat up.

“A massive understatement,” Elspeth said raggedly. “Are you all right, Cynthia?”

There was no reply. “Cynthia? Cynthia!” Elspeth rolled to her knees and laid her hands on the other girl’s forehead and midriff. “She’s not breathing!”

Terrified, Tory scrambled to her feet. She was still dizzy from the transit and lurched toward the wall. Allarde caught her before she crashed into it. She drew a steadying breath, then moved to Cynthia’s side.

For an instant, Tory had the horrible impression that Cynthia was melting, her features distorted by the difficult passage. But then she blinked and Cynthia was her normal beautiful self, except for her corpselike pallor.

As Elspeth poured in her powerful healing energy, Jack grabbed hard on to Cynthia’s hand, resting his other hand on Elspeth’s arm. Tory and Allarde gripped Elspeth’s shoulders, each of them adding their power. Tory couldn’t see the magic, but she could feel its fierce potency, like a river of white fire.

Learning how to combine their powers was a vital part of what they learned down here in the secret underground school known as the Labyrinth. The aristocratic outcasts of Lackland Abbey studied as equals with talented locals like Jack. Collectively, they were Merlin’s Irregulars, sworn to use their magic to defend Britain.

Tory had a special gift for blending different magics, and she’d needed that as the five of them pooled their power and varied skills to control weather over the English Channel. They’d been aided by twentieth-century Rainfords who were descendants of Jack’s family. Together, they’d enabled the evacuation of hundreds of thousands of Allied troops desperate to escape the Nazis.

This time, their combined power was channeled through Elspeth, the best healer. After an agonizing moment, Cynthia choked, gasped, and breathed again. Opening dazed eyes, she snarled, “I. Am. Never. Going. Through. That. Horrible. Mirror. Again!”

Tory laughed and sat back on her heels. “You don’t have to. None of us do. We’re heroes and heroines of Britain, even if we can’t tell anyone.” Nor would anyone believe them if they did speak. “Now we settle back into our normal lives.”

She tugged Cynthia’s skirt down so the other girl’s trim ankles weren’t exposed. Probably it was silly to worry about that when all three girls had worn shockingly short skirts and even trousers in the twentieth century. But here, it mattered.

“I’ve had enough adventure for now.” Jack slid an arm under Cynthia’s shoulders to help her sit up. As soon as she was sitting, Cynthia batted his hand away with a scowl. Jack grinned at her. “You’re recovering well, I see.” Which made her scowl even more.

Jack got to his feet, moving with less than his usual bounce. “The mage lights are the same as when we left, so I think you successfully brought us back to the same night, Tory. I’ll see if there’s anyone still in the hall.”

Elspeth made a face. “If this isn’t the same night, we’ll have a lot of explaining to do to the Lackland masters.”

Allarde looked thoughtful. “What would happened if we returned before we left? Could we meet ourselves then?”

Cynthia looked horrified. “That would be awful!”

Tory frowned, wondering how she’d feel about meeting herself. The idea made her stomach queasy. “I’m not sure that could happen. It doesn’t feel possible.”

“I hope you’re right. The idea is just too strange,” Jack said. “I’ll report back as soon as I’ve checked out the hall.” He walked swiftly down the passage, conjuring up a mage light to illuminate his path as he turned the corner.

Cynthia attempted to stand and made it up with the aid of Allarde’s hand. She’d always had her eyes on him. Even though she grudgingly recognized that it was Tory Allarde wanted, she still looked for excuses to touch him. Tory was confident enough of the bond between her and Allarde that she didn’t mind. Much.

As Cynthia leaned against a wall, a small object came flying through the mirror. They all jumped, then stared as a paper-wrapped stone clattered along the passage and stopped near Allarde. He scooped it up, undid the paper and grinned. “It’s for you, Tory.”

She took the paper and called down a mage light from the ceiling to help her read. “It’s a message from Nick,” she said with surprise. “He wanted to see if it’s possible to send messages through the portal.”

“Apparently it is,” Elspeth said. “And much easier than traveling in person!”

The rock and paper looked perfectly normal, unchanged by their journey through time. Tory asked, “Does anyone have a pencil?”

Allarde pulled one from inside his coat. “As my lady wishes.”

She gave him a private smile before scrawling, “It worked! We all got back safely and never want to travel through the mirror again! Tory.”

After neatly retying the paper around the rock, she faced the mirror and concentrated on the destination she wanted to reach. 1940, Nick Rainford …

When the goal was crystal clear in her mind, she tossed the rock through the mirror. The missile touched the surface of the shining energy and vanished. “We’ll have to check here regularly in case he sends more messages.”

Elspeth frowned. “With such a huge war going on, there will be other crises where someone will think our magic is useful. They might want us to come back.”

“They can ask,” Cynthia said tartly. “We don’t have to agree.”

“I don’t intend to. But I’m glad we can communicate with our friends,” Elspeth said softly. “We all became so close when we worked together. I feel like all of the Rainfords are family.”

“So do I,” Allarde agreed. “But I’m another who is in no hurry to travel through Merlin’s mirror again!”

Cynthia straightened up from the wall, looking frail but noble. “I still feel weak, but I want to get back to my own bed.” She glanced hopefully at Allarde.

“Let me help you,” Elspeth said, taking the other girl’s arm. “I can add some healing energy if you need more.” The mischievous spark in her pale green eyes showed that she knew what Cynthia had hoped for.

Cynthia accepted the other girl’s arm with a martyred air and the two of them headed toward the main hall. Allarde offered Tory his arm. “My lady?”

She took a firm hold of his arm with a mixture of pleasure and wistfulness. “I’m going to miss the freedom to be together that we had in 1940.”

“So will I.” The two girls ahead were out of sight, so he paused and cupped her face with his free hand. “But the Lackland authorities can’t keep us here forever. At twenty-one, we’ll be free to leave.” He bent into a kiss.

His lips were warm and full of longing. Tory had to blink back tears or risk disgracing herself. More than four long years to wait before she could leave …


The passageway dissolved into darkness and gunfire. She was in some high, frightening place with a vicious wind tearing at her clothes and deadly peril threatening her. She cried out in terror, “Justin!”

“Dear God, Tory! What just happened?” In the space of a heartbeat she was back in the Labyrinth, shaking in Allarde’s arms while he stared at her, his gray eyes shocked.

Using his Christian name instead of his title was a mark of how upset she was. She struggled for composure. “I had a … a vision, I guess.”

“I saw it, too,” he said grimly. “It was night and you were in a high place with bullets blazing around you. I think I was near, but not with you.”

“Nick’s war again.” She swallowed hard. “You’re better at foretelling than I am. Is that a glimpse of the future?”

He closed his eyes, his face smoothing into detachment. After a dozen heartbeats, he said, “As you know, the future usually appears as possibility, not certainty. I think that scene has a strong chance of coming to pass. But not certain.”

Her mouth twisted. “Do I live to tell the tale?”

“I didn’t feel your death.” He opened haunted eyes and smoothed back her hair with a warm hand. “But that might be too great a horror for me to see.”

She gave a choke of near-hysterical laughter. “Justin, sometimes I wish you were a little less honest and honorable. What I really want right now is for you to pat my back and say, ‘Don’t worry, Tory, that’s just a faint possibility, or maybe a memory of Dunkirk. You don’t ever have to go back to 1940 again.’”

“Don’t worry, Tory, that’s just a faint possibility,” he said promptly as he began stroking her back. “Maybe a memory of Dunkirk. You don’t ever have to go back to 1940 again.”

“That’s much better.” She managed a smile. “I prefer to think that wasn’t a vision, just a memory.”

His arms tightened around her. “No one can force you through the mirror without your cooperation.”

“It’s hard to imagine what circumstances might change my mind.” She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling tired. “But I suspect that I should never say never.”

“You’re probably right. But for tonight, we’re home and happy, and we were part of a very great deed.” He kissed her forehead, then resumed walking, this time with his arm around her shoulders.

Tory wrapped her arm around his waist so they were as close as humanly possible while still able to walk. She’d nearly lost him, but she hadn’t. There was no point to worrying about the future so much that she couldn’t enjoy the present.

“Do you hear those voices?” Allarde asked, his voice threaded with excitement.

“Yes!” Tory exclaimed.

They quickened their pace. The heart of the Labyrinth was a wide hall furnished like a shabby but comfortable drawing room. Here the Lackland students and the locals studied and mingled. Now it sparkled with mage lights and happy chatter.

They’d arrived back only minutes after leaving because the people who had seen them off at the mirror hadn’t gone home yet. Jack was in a three-way hug with his mother and his younger sister, Rachel, all of them talking and laughing at the same time.

Cynthia and Elspeth were talking excitedly with Miss Wheaton and Mr. Stephens. The teachers were both powerful mages, and they risked their jobs by tutoring students secretly in this mass of ancient tunnels that ran below the abbey. They looked fascinated and deeply relieved to have their students back safely.

Tory sighed happily and leaned into Allarde. They’d had the adventure of a lifetime and made it home. She hoped she never had such an adventure again.

But as she thought back to her chaotic vision, she felt dark certainty that Merlin’s mirror wasn’t done with her.


Copyright © 2011 by Mary Jo Putney, Inc.

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Dark Passage 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 16 reviews.
texaslynn More than 1 year ago
I stumbled upon this series and immediately fell in love. I love the WWII era in history and love reading historical fiction. This book is all that with a. Little romance and lore woven in. I am so very excited for the next book in the series!!
lms8esmith on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I read Dark Mirror over a year ago, so it took me some time to dig into Dark Passage. Tory and her Irregular friends made it back to their own time in 1803, but they were forever changed after their experiences at Dunkirk in 1940. Putney took time to develop Cynthia's character and her connection with Jack, which I really enjoyed. Tory and Allarde's connection grows stronger, but will they be able to overcome their situation in 1803? Putney does a nice job of weaving historical content with the characters of this series. I'm looking forward to Dark Destiny. :)
readinggeek451 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Tory and company return to 1940, this time to France, to rescue a scientist. But of course there are complications.Unlike the first book, this is not really a school story. It's a worthy continuation, but *not* a good place to start.
kmartin802 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this exciting second adventure for Tory and her companions. They have returned safely to 1803 from their adventures in England in 1940 and are finding that their magical powers are stronger than ever. Unfortunately, their problems also seem to be growing. In the England of their time, aristocrats hate magic and magic users. Aristocratic children with magical powers are frequently disinherited or otherwise shunned by their families and society as a whole. While Tory's father is shunning her, her brother and sister are not. She is invited to attend her sister's wedding which will be held at her brother's house and without her parents in attendance. She is glad to be able to be with her sister even though it means leaving her prickly roommate Cynthia behind. She does run right into the prejudice of the upper class society at her brother's home. She also gets to see her love Allerde who is a neighbor of her brother's. Visiting his home and meeting with his parents convinces Tory that she has to give him up for his own good. If he doesn't manage to conceal his magic and marry a girl with no magical powers, his father will be forced to disinherit him cutting him off from the land that he is connected to and losing him his chance to be a duke. Tory's decision manages to break both their hearts.Meanwhile, with Cynthia left behind at the school, we get to know her a lot better. We begin to find the reasons why she is so sharp-tongued. She is invited home for Christmas by Jack Rainford and she accepts rather than face the loneliness of the school. She feels that Jack is definitely her social inferior and he possesses an absolute talent for ruffling her feathers but she is attracted to him anyway.When Nick comes back through the mirror from 1940 needing their help again, Tory and Allerde are swept through time with him on a quest to rescue an imprisoned Jewish scientist from a castle in France. Elspeth, Jack and a very reluctant Cynthia soon join them in the rescue attempt. The action is fast and furious and the danger intense despite all the magic the group has.This was exciting and romantic. I think lovers of time travel, historical fiction, and romance will really enjoy this sequel to Dark Mirror. I think they will be waiting eagerly, along with me, for Dark Destiny which will be published this summer.
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This book is magical that i can feel the lovve too.
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Ahhh it just gets better! The characters are developed even more, we get to know some & love them even more & learn to love others. My heart was torn at certain points & lifted up at others. Of course, amazing adventure is part of the irregulars story...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great young adult book.
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I thought the first book was good. This one is even better. It is full of surprises. Great for anyone to read.
harstan More than 1 year ago
After helping with the Miracle of Dunkirk, the Irregulars (Lady Victoria "Tory" Mansfield the mirror master, her boyfriend Lord Justin Allard the mage, Elspeth the healer and the two weather mages Lady Cynthia Stanton and Jack Rainsford) leave 1940 through the Dark Mirror. They return to their time and place 1803 Lackland Abbey; a school established to cleanse magic from the students exiled here by their respective embarrassed families. Tory's dad refuses for her to come home to attend her sister's wedding. However, her sis moves the location so Tory can attend. When she meets Justin's mom, Tory realizes he cannot marry her because he would lose his family estate due to her being a magic practitioner. They return to school worried that Jack's relative in 1940 Nick Rainsford has not exchanged messages through the mirror recently. Nick arrives through the Dark Mirror to explain the Nazi air assault buried the tunnel and he had a vision of rescuing Jewish scientist Dr. Weiss held captive by the Nazis in Northern France. Dr. Weiss is working on a cure for infection. The males are eager to go while the females refuse. However, the Dark Mirror controls the fate of the Irregulars. The second Dark Mirror young adult historical fantasy is a terrific tale that digs deep into the impact on the key ensemble Irregulars by a society in which the upper class disdains magic while the peasants embrace it. Much of the story line remains passive with a focus on the effect of de facto prejudice on the Irregulars in 1803 England. The action ignites late when the team makes a daring rescue attempt in 1940 Nazi occupied Northern France. Harriet Klausner