Dark Road to Darjeeling

Dark Road to Darjeeling

by Deanna Raybourn

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Recapture the Victorian mystery and magic of Lady Julia Gray with book 4 in Deanna Raybourn's fan-favorite series

After eight idyllic months in the Mediterranean, Lady Julia Grey and her detective husband are ready to put their investigative talents to work once more. At the urging of Julia's eccentric family, they hurry to India to aid an old friend, the newly widowed Jane Cavendish. Living on the Cavendish tea plantation with the remnants of her husband's family, Jane is consumed with the impending birth of her child—and with discovering the truth about her husband's death. Was he murdered for his estate? And if he was, could Jane and her unborn child be next?


Amid the lush foothills of the Himalayas, dark deeds are buried and malicious thoughts flourish. The Brisbanes uncover secrets and scandal, illicit affairs and twisted legacies. In this remote and exotic place, exploration is perilous and discovery, deadly. The danger is palpable and, if they are not careful, Julia and Nicholas will not live to celebrate their first anniversary.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781460393956
Publisher: MIRA Books
Publication date: 09/14/2015
Series: A Lady Julia Grey Mystery , #4
Sold by: HARLEQUIN
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 77,093
File size: 642 KB

About the Author

New York Times bestselling author Deanna Raybourn graduated from the University of Texas at San Antonio with a double major in English and history and an emphasis on Shakespearean studies. She taught high school English for three years in San Antonio before leaving education to pursue a career as a novelist. Deanna makes her home in Virginia, where she lives with her husband and daughter and is hard at work on her next novel.

Hometown:

Williamsburg, Virginia

Date of Birth:

June 17, 1968

Place of Birth:

Ft. Worth, Texas

Education:

B.A. in English and History, University of Texas at San Antonio, 1990

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Mother, let us imagine we are travelling, and passing through a strange and dangerous country.

—The Hero Rabindranath Tagore

Somewhere in the foothills of the Himalayas, 1889

"I thought there would be camels," I protested. "I thought there would be pink marble palaces and dusty deserts and strings of camels to ride. Instead there is this." I waved a hand toward the motley collection of bullocks, donkeys, and one rather bored-looking elephant that had carried us from Darjeeling town. I did not look at the river. We were meant to cross it, but one glance had decided me firmly against it.

"I told you it was the Himalayas. It is not my fault the nearest desert is almost a thousand miles away. Do not blame me for your feeble grasp of geography," my elder sister, Portia, said by way of reproof. She gave a theatrical sigh. "For heaven's sake, Julia, don't be difficult. Climb onto the floating buffalo and let's be off. We are meant to cross this river before nightfall." Portia folded her arms across her chest and stared at me repressively I stood my ground. "Portia, a floating buffalo is hardly a proper mode of transport. Now, I grant you, I did not expect Indian transportation to run to plush carriages and steam trains, but you must own this is a bit primitive by any standards," I said, pointing with the tip of my parasol to the water's edge where several rather nasty-looking rafts had been fashioned by means of lashing inflated buffalo hides to odd bits of lumber. The hides looked hideously lifelike, as if the buffalo had merely rolled onto their backs for a bit of slumber, but bloated, and as the wind changed I noticed they gave off a very distinctive and unpleasant smell.

Portia blanched a little at the odour, but stiffened her resolve. "Julia, we are Englishwomen. We are not cowed by a little authentic local flavour."

I felt my temper rising, the result of too much travel and too much time spent in proximity to my family. "I have just spent the better part of a year exploring the most remote corners of the Mediterranean during my honeymoon. It is not the 'local flavour' that concerns me. It is the possibility of death by drowning," I added, nodding toward the ominous little ripples in the grey-green surface of the broad river.

Our brother Plum, who had been watching the exchange with interest, spoke up with uncharacteristic firmness. "We are crossing the river and we shall do it now, even if I have to put the pair of you on my shoulders and walk across it." His temper had risen faster than my own, but I could not entirely blame him. He had been ordered by our father, the Earl March, to accompany his sisters to India, and the experience had proven less than pleasant thus far.

Portia's mouth curved into a smile. "Have you added walking on water to your talents, dearest?" she asked nastily. "I would have thought that beyond the scope of even your prodigious abilities."

Plum rose to the bait and they began to scrap like a pair of feral cats, much to the amusement of our porters who began to wager quietly upon the outcome.

"Enough!" I cried, stopping my ears with my hands. I had listened to their quarrels since they had run me to ground in Egypt, and I was heartily sick of them both. I summoned my courage and strode to the nearest raft, determined to set an example of English rectitude for my siblings. "Come on then," I ordered, a touch smugly. "It's the merest child's play."

I turned to look, pleased to see they had left off their silly bickering.

"Julia—" Portia began.

I held up a hand. "No more. Not another word from either of you."

"But—" Plum started.

I stared him down. "I am quite serious, Plum. You have been behaving like children, the pair of you, and I have had my fill of it. We are all of us above thirty years of age, and there is no call for us to quarrel like spoiled schoolmates. Now, let us get on with this journey like adults, shall we?"

And with that little speech, the raft sank beneath me and I slipped beneath the chilly waters of the river.

Within minutes the porters had fished me out and restored me to dry land where I was both piqued and relieved to find that my little peccadillo had caused my siblings so much mirth they were clasped in each other's arms, still wiping their eyes.

"I hope you still find it amusing when I die of some dread disease," I hissed at them, tipping the water from my hat. "Holy Mother Ganges might be a sacred river, but she is also a filthy one and I have seen enough dead bodies floating past to know it is no place for the living."

"True," Portia acknowledged, wiping at her eyes. "But this isn't the Ganges, dearest. It's the Hooghly."

Plum let out a snort. "The Hooghly is in Calcutta. This is the Rangeet," he corrected. "Apparently Julia is not the only one with a tenuous hold on geography."

Before they could fly at one another again, I gave a decided sneeze and a rather chaotic interlude followed during which the porters hastily built up a fire to ward off a chill and unpacked my trunks to provide me with dry clothing. I gave another hearty sneeze and said a fervent prayer that I had not contracted some virulent plague from my dousing in the river, whichever it might be.

But even as I feared for my health, I lamented the loss of my hat. It was a delicious confection of violet tulle spotted with silk butterflies—entirely impractical even in the early spring sunshine of the foothills of the Himalayas, but wholly beautiful. "It was a present from Brisbane," I said mournfully as I turned the sodden bits over in my hands.

"I thought we were forbidden from speaking his name," Portia said, handing me a cup of tea. The porters brewed up quantities of rank, black tea in tremendous cans every time we stopped. After three days of the stuff, I had almost grown to like it.

I took a sip, pulling a face at my sister. "Of course not. It is the merest disagreement. As soon as he joins us from Calcutta, the entire matter will be resolved," I said, with a great deal more conviction than I felt.

The truth was my honeymoon had ended rather abruptly when my brother and sister arrived upon the doorstep of Shep-heard's Hotel the first week of February. The end of the archaeological season was drawing near, and Brisbane and I had thoroughly enjoyed several dinners with the various expeditions as they passed through Cairo to and from the excavations at Luxor. Brisbane had been to Egypt before, and our most recent foray into detection had left me with a fascination for the place. It had been the last stop on our extended tour of the Mediterranean and therefore had been touched with a sort of melancholy sweetness. We would be returning to England shortly and I knew we would never again share the sort of intimacy our wedding trip had provided. Brisbane's practice as a private enquiry agent and my extensive and demanding family would see to that.

But even as we were passing those last bittersweet days in Egypt, I was aware of a new restlessness in my husband, and— if I were honest—in myself. Eight months of travel with only each other, my maid, Morag, and occasional appearances from his valet, Monk, had left us craving diversion. We were neither of us willing to speak of it, but it hovered in the air between us. I saw his hands tighten upon the newspaper throughout the autumn as the killer known as Jack the Ripper terrorised the East End, coming perilously close to my beloved Aunt Hermia's refuge for reformed prostitutes. I suspected Brisbane would have liked to have turned his hand to the case, but he never said, and I did not ask. Instead we moved on to Turkey to explore the ruins of Troy, and eventually the Whitechapel murders ceased. Brisbane seemed content to make a study of the local fauna whilst I made feeble attempts at watercolours, but more than once I found him deftly unpicking a lock with the slender rods he still carried upon his person at all times. I knew he was keeping his hand in, and I knew also from the occasional murmurs in his sleep that he was not entirely happy with married life.

I did not personally displease him, he made that perfectly apparent through regular and enthusiastic demonstrations of his affections. Rather too enthusiastic, as the proprietor of a hotel in Cyprus had commented huffily. But Brisbane was a man of action, forced to live upon his wits from a tender age, and domesticity was a difficult coat for him to wear.

Truth be told, the fit of it chafed me a bit as well. I was not the sort of wife to darn shirts or bake pies, and, indeed, he had made it quite clear that was not the sort of wife he wanted. But we had been partners in detection in three cases, and without the fillip of danger I found myself growing fretful. As delightful as it had been to have my husband to myself for the better part of a year, and as glorious as it had been to travel extensively, I longed for adventure, for challenge, for the sort of exploits we had enjoyed so thoroughly together in the past.

And just when I had made up my mind to address the issue, my sister and brother had arrived, throwing Shepheard's into upheaval and demanding we accompany them to India.

To his credit, Brisbane did not even seem surprised to see them when they appeared in the dining room and settled themselves at our table without ceremony. I sighed and turned away from the view. A full moon hung over old Cairo, silvering the minarets that pierced the skyline and casting a gentle glow over the city. It was impossibly romantic—or it had been until Portia and Plum arrived.

"I see you are working on the fish course. No chance of soup then?" Portia asked, helping herself to a bread roll.

I resisted the urge to stab her hand with my fork. I looked to Brisbane, imperturbable and impeccable in his evening clothes of starkest black, and quickly looked away. Even after almost a year of marriage, a feeling of shyness sometimes took me by surprise when I looked at him unawares—a feyness, the Scots would call it, a sense that we had both of us tempted the fates with too much happiness together.

Brisbane summoned the waiter and ordered the full set menu for Portia and for Plum, who had thrown himself into a chair and adopted a scowl. I glanced about the dining room, not at all surprised to find our party had become the subject not just of surreptitious glances but of outright curiosity. We Marches tended to have that effect when we appeared en masse. No doubt some of the guests recognised us—Marches have never been shy of publicity and our eccentricities were well catalogued by both the press and society-watchers—but I suspected the rest were merely intrigued by my siblings' sartorial elegance. Portia, a beautiful woman with excellent carriage, always dressed cap-a-pie in a single hue, and had elected to arrive wearing a striking shade of orange, while Plum, whose ensemble is never complete without some touch of purest whimsy, was sporting a waistcoat embroidered with poppies and a cap of violet velvet. My own scarlet evening gown, which had seemed so daring and elegant a moment before, now felt positively demure.

"Why are you here?" I asked the pair of them bluntly. Brisbane had settled back in his chair with the same expression of studied amusement he often wore when confronted with my family. He and Portia enjoyed an excellent relationship built upon genuine, if cautious, affection, but none of my brothers had especially warmed to my husband. Plum in particular could be quite nasty when provoked.

Portia put aside the menu she had been studying and fixed me with a serious look. "We are bound for India, and I want you to come with us, both of you," she added, hastily collecting Brisbane with her glance.

"India! What on earth—" I broke off. "It's Jane, isn't it?" Portia's former lover had abandoned her the previous spring after several years of comfortably settled domesticity. It had been a blow to Portia, not least because Jane had chosen to marry, explaining that she longed for children of her own and a more conventional life than the one they had led together in London. She had gone to India with her new husband, and we had heard nothing from her since. I had worried for Portia for months afterward. She had grown thinner, her lustrous complexion dimmed. Now she seemed almost brittle, her mannerisms darting and quick as a hummingbird's.

"It is Jane," she acknowledged. "I've had a letter. She is a widow."

I took a sip of wine, surprised to find it tasted sour upon my tongue. "Poor Jane! She must be grieved to have lost her husband so quickly after their marriage."

Portia said nothing for a moment, but bit at her lip. "She is in some sort of trouble," Brisbane said quietly.

Portia threw him a startled glance. "Not really, unless you consider impending motherhood to be trouble. She is expecting a child, and rather soon, as it happens. She has not had an easy time of it. She is lonely and she has asked me to come."

Brisbane's black eyes sharpened. "Is that all?"

The waiter interrupted, bringing soup for Portia and Plum and refilling wineglasses. We waited until he had bustled off to resume our discussion.

"There might be a bit of difficulty with his family," Portia replied, her jaw set. I knew that look well. It was the one she always wore when she tilted at windmills. Portia had a very old-fashioned and determined sense of justice. If she were a man, one would have called it chivalry.

"If the estate is entailed in the conventional manner, her expectations would upset the inheritance," Brisbane guessed. "If she produces a girl, the estate would go to her husband's nearest male relation, but if she bears a son, the child would inherit and until he is old enough to take control, Jane is queen of the castle."

"That is it precisely," Portia averred. Her face took on a mulish cast. "Bloody nonsense. A girl could manage that tea plantation as well as any boy. One only has to look at how well Julia and I have managed the estates we inherited from our husbands to see it."

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Dark Road to Darjeeling (Lady Julia Grey Series #4) 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 130 reviews.
LadyHester More than 1 year ago
The fourth book in the Lady Julia Grey series did not disappoint!! Lady Julia is an intelligent and sassy heroine. I adore her and her sexy husband Brisbane. I could not predict any of the plot twists. I can't wait for book 5!!! The characters have stayed true since book 1.
LHedgpeth More than 1 year ago
When I picked up Dark Road to Darjeeling by Deanna Raybourn, not only had I not read the previous three books in the Lady Julia Grey series but I had not read anything by Deanna Raybourn. I found this book a pleasant and engrossing read. It did start a bit slow for me, which I accounted to acquainting myself with characters that had been delighting other readers through three earlier adventures. Once I felt settled with the characters I was quickly drawn in to the vibrant and rich tale of the Himalayas. Ms. Raybourn creates an intriguing mix of romance, historical fiction, travel and mystery in Dark Road to Darjeeling. The characters are rich, with the lush scenery deserving of its own place in the cast. I was thoroughly enchanted with the opulent imagery that came alive on the pages. I could quite easily see The Peacocks in my mind (the tea plantation as well as the colorful birds) and smell the Darjeeling tea as well as the colorful flora mentioned throughout. Perhaps the strongest aspect of the story was Lady Julia, a strong, obstinate and determined female, who was most certainly not a woman of her times. I loved the fact that while Julia was willful and strong natured she wasn't careless or stupid. You won't find her putting herself in a ridiculous position simply to move the plot forward. I found her a very realistic heroine, most particularly based on her relationships with her siblings (complete with some heckling) and her husband (frought with frustrations, worries and flat out annoyance at times). She loves her family but her relationships aren't perfect by any means. The mystery was appealing, leaving me fairly well in the dark until all was revealed. All pieces of the puzzle fit together very nicely, leaving me to find the "big reveal" gratifying and very content with the resolution. At no point in the book did I feel shortchanged or confused by storyline, or did I feel the persons were acting out of character. I would not hesitate to recomment Dark Road to Darjeeling to bibliophiles who are passionate about romance, history and foreign lands. I plan on reading Ms. Raybourn's earlier books in the series, and look forward to future efforts by her.
JeanMarie14 More than 1 year ago
Source: Net Galley One thing must be said about large families: they don't let you get bored. Lady Julia and her favorite husband, enquiry agent Nicholas Brisbane, were closing in on eight months of honeymoon when her siblings Portia and Plum cornered them in Shepheard's Hotel in old Cairo. Portia's former lover Jane unexpectedly found herself widowed on the brink of becoming a mother. The disposition of her late husband's estate (a tea plantation outside of Darjeeling, India) depends on the gender of Jane's unborn child, and based on hints in Jane's letters, Portia suspects Jane's husband was murdered. Jane or, worse yet, her child could be next. Portia convinces Lady Julia and her somewhat reluctant husband to accompany her and Plum (Portia's chaperone-the Lady Julia Grey mysteries revel in their late 19th century setting, after all) to the estate. The trip is arduous, complicated by family peccadilloes and newlywed strife. The marriage of two personalities as decisive as Nicholas and Lady Julia is guaranteed to be volatile, which is exactly how Ms. Raybourn's fans want it. Romantic mystery series don't survive on their sleuth's deductive prowess. They thrive on tension and conflict, ideally sizzling between the principals at all times in all places-the more exotic the better. And what could be more exotic than the zenith of the British Raj? There is a full measure of deceit, skullduggery and death awaiting our intrepid aristocrats at the tea plantation known as The Peacocks. But that's only part of the novel's allure. Like Elizabeth Peters' classic Amelia Peabody mysteries, Ms. Rayburn's lush prose invites readers to become tourists of the mind, exploring some of the most evocative locales in history through the fictional experiences of her likeable, passionate and privileged protagonists. The fact that those experiences resonate in the reality beyond the covers of Ms. Peters' and Ms. Raybourn's books is a credit to their skill and in no way diminishes their value as entertainment and escape. Although the fourth in the series, DARK ROAD TO DARJEELING works well as a standalone mystery. In fact, the relatively small number of family members in the cast may make it easier for new readers than earlier volumes in the Lady Julia Grey series. Ms. Raybourn's sly, sexy wit shimmers through the pages, and the story is punctuated with the historical equivalent of Easter eggs. Chances are you won't catch all of them. I know I didn't. Fortunately, they're too subtle to qualify as in-jokes, and missing them in no way detracts from the reading experience. But the pop of recognition when you catch one makes it doubly gratifying, like Ms. Raybourn's tip of the hat to one of the most famous rooms in America. I've always loved that room, and I can't think of a better setting for characters I adore. Verdict: Two thumbs up.
riverwillow on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Another fun instalment in the Lady Julia Grey series, which picks up the action 9 months after Lady Julia's and Brisbane's wedding. Although their marriage has answered the 'will they, won't they' question , Raybourn is still able to create a realistic level of tension between them as these two strong-willed and determined characters try to make their marriage work. All the things that make this series such fun are here, the hilariously sparkling dialogue and a juicy mystery all set against an beautiful Indian backdrop. As with the other novels in the series, Raybourn has produced a successful pastiche of the Sensation novel, which is always an entertaining and fun read. I look forward to the next instalment in the series.
tarenn on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
DARK ROAD TO DARJEELING by Deanna Raybourn is a historical mystery set in 1889 Himalayas and India. It is well written with depth and details. It is the fifth in The Lady Julia Grey Mystery series but can be read as a stand alone. It has suspense, mystery, intrigue, fast paced, twists,turns, family, secrets, betrayal, wit, humor and family secrets will come to light. While on their honeymoon in the Himalayas, Julia and her new husband, detective Brisbane, of eight months are suprised by two of Julia's siblings, Portia and Plum.Portia believes her former lover/best friend, Jane, is in trouble. Jane married a man named Freddie, who has been killed. Jane is also prengant by this man,lives with his family in the mountains of India where there is a question to who will be the heir.If a son is born, him or if a girl, Freddie's nephrew. The three siblings head to India to investigate Jane's husband's death and possible murder. What they encounter is mistrust, secrets, mayham, betrayal and finally the truth of more than one secrets, including Jane's husband, Brisbain's father. This is a great whounit that will keep you on the edge of your seat and entertained from beginning to end.This book was received from Net Galley and details can be found at Mira and My Book Addiction and More.
Kasthu on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Dark Road to Darjeeling is the fourth book in the Lady Julia Grey series. This time, Lady Julia and Nicholas, nine months married, are headed to India, where Julia¿s sister Portia¿s friend, Jane, has recently been made a widow. Jane suspects that her husband has been murdered, and so Lady Julia goes to investigate. Lots of people have reason to want Freddie Cavendish dead¿and the child that Jane carries.I love that Deanna Raybourn took Julia out of England for this one. India is always a stellar place to set a novel, and I loved the descriptions of Darjeeling and Calcutta. I was nervous about seeing what would happen now that Julia and Brisbane are married; but the tension between them is still alive and kicking (and Deanna Raybourn depicts their relationship much more deftly than Tasha Alexander does in her series). It turns out that not all is a bed of roses between them, and I think that it will be interesting to see how ttheir relationship plays out over the course of the series. What I love about this series is Julia¿s ¿voice,¿ which Raybourn maintains quite well, even though this is the fourth book in the series. Julia is pert, funny, and always witty, which is what makes her such a great character to read.The mystery itself was a bit of a letdown, however¿there wasn¿t quite the amount of tension and suspense that there was in some of the previous books in the series. But the identity of the murdered was a complete surprise to me, even if it wasn¿t a welcome one. This is a very quick, easy and enjoyable mystery. I¿m also glad that they did away with the cheesy romance cover-type cover for this book, as this cover is stunning. I can¿t wait for the next book in the series to be published!
Renz0808 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I have been looking forward to reading the Dark Road to Darjeeling since it came out. I had to wait until Christmas though because it knew I would be getting it as a present. Needless to say it was the first book I picked up from my rather large pile of book gifts. I really adore the Julia Grey Mystery series, in my opinion it ranks right up there with my favorite mystery series of all time, the Amelia Peabody Mysteries by Elizabeth Peters. There are many similarities between the books, but the Julia Grey Mysteries are really original and the mysteries themselves are excellent. The Dark Road to Darjeeling is no exception. Everytime I finish one of them I begun to wonder if it is possible for Deanna Raybourn to top it and she always rises to my expectations. They almost get better as they go along. The novel opens with Julia and Brisbane in the midst of their honeymoon. They have been traveling for some time together and despite the fact that they have enjoyed the quality time both are longing for a bit of mystery and danger, even though they will not admit it to each other. When Portia (Julia's sister) and Plum (Julia's brother) arrive and request the newlyweds help in traveling to India to help out an old friend, Jane, whose husband, Freddie Cavendish recently died leaving her and their unborn child alone on a tea plantation with no friends. Julia and Brisbane both suspect some sinister has happened to Freddie Cavendish and it leads them into a mystery that is full of family secrets, village gossip and sinister plots. I think one of the strongest points in this novel is the continual tension between Brisbane and Julia despite their newly marriage status. The first three books in this series are full of this tension so it is interesting that even though they are married, Deanna Raybourn is able to keep evolving their relationship. That is one of the most important similarities between Amelia Peabody mysteries and Julia Grey mysteries. The relationship between Amelia and Emerson sets the stage for the rest of the book and that is why I never tire of these books because there is always tension present. I think it will be important for Deanna Raybourn to keep this tension present throughout all of the rest of the books she chooses to write in the series. Another strong factor in this book is the wonderful detail descriptions of Darjeeling and India. Deanna Raybourn has never seen these places herself but she manages to make readers feel like they are there and seeing it with her. It is really commendable that she is able to write about somewhere she has never been so well. The details of the time period, and place really enhance the novel. I always look forward with anticipation for the next Julia Grey Mystery.
cuffindell on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Another excellent mystery featuring Victorian sleuths Lady Julia and Nicholas Brisbane. Enlisted by Julia's sister to help an old family friend investigate her husband's sudden death, Julia and Brisbane journey to the Cavendish tea plantation, located in a remote valley at the foothills of the Himalayas. As tensions between them run high, Julia and Brisbane must probe the darkest secrets of the valley's eccentric British inhabitants, endangering not only their fledgling marriage, but their lives as well. Raybourn brings Colonial India to life as she once again explores the darkness lurking within in the human soul.
Anansilaw on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Very good mystery. Lady Julia and Brisbane travel to India with her sister Portia and brother Plum. Portia is rushing to aid her former lover, now pregnant and widowed. Was her husband murdered? The setting is a remote tea plantation in India. Though it's a small community, there are a surprising number of ties to our main characters among the residents. The relationship between the newly married protagonists develops and Brisbane's backstory continues to unfold. There are motives and suspects enough to keep you guessing and touches of humor. Engaging and intriguing.
reannon on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Lady Julia Grey is one of the ten children of the Earl of March, most of whom tend toward eccentricity. Julia's eccentricity lies mainly in her penchant for solving mysteries and her love for Nicholas Brisbane, a half-Gypsy inquiry agent. It is 1889, and Julia and Nicholas have been married a year and been traveling the world on a protracted honeymoon. They are thinking of going home, but Julia's sister Portia asks them to go with her and brother Plum to Darjeeling, India, in the foothills of the Himalayas. Portia's former lover, Jane, left Portia in hopes of a normal family life. Now she is widowed, pregnant, and suspicious that her husband's death was murder.The dead husband's family owns a tea plantation near Darjeeling. If Jane's baby is a boy, he will inherit. If not, the late husband's brother will inherit, and has been the manager. Could he have killed Freddy, and is Jane and her baby in danger?There are a small number of neighbors, including a kindly old man living in a former Buddhist monastery, and the local vicar. The vicar's family is unusual. His wife is a free spirit raised in a commune, his daughter is resentful, and his son mad for natural science. Their governess is a beautiful and poised Indian woman. So was it murder, and who had motive?This is the fourth in the Lady Julia Grey series. Recommended for a well drawn plot and interesting characters.
readinggeek451 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Lady Julia and her husband Brisbane are in India, along with her sister Portia and brother Plum, in support of Portia's love Jane, recently widowed and with child. Jane's husband may have been murdered, and Julia and Brisbane are determined to investigate--separately.Somehow these just don't grab me the way they should. There's nothing wrong with them, but I find myself skimming.
wagner.sarah35 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
In the fourth Lady Julia mystery, Lady Julia and her new husband Nicholas Brisbane provide diverting entertainment as they pursue a possible murder at a remote Indian tea plantation. A few members of Julia's eclectic family make appears and the chemistry between Julia and her now husband is still present. Fun and entertaining, I found Dark Road to Darjeeling an enjoyable read and I eagerly await the next installment in Lady Julia's adventures.
cameling on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Newly married to her half Gypsy detective husband, Lady Julia Grey's honeymoon is interrupted with a visit from her sister and brother, who persuade her to accompany them to India, on a quest to rescue her sister's ex-lover whose husband may or may not have been murdered. If her husband was murdered, was it because his brother or mother want the title to the tea estate, a title that, should she give birth to a son, would be his, potentially putting their lives in danger?Lady Grey's enthusiastic penchant to solve the mystery surrounding the death of one Freddie Cavendish soon leads her to meet with the English community in the little village, and she is presented with an inebriated doctor, a theologian and his American artistic wife, a sulky teen, a nature-mad boy, a kind and elderly recluse, and a couple of cousins from England who left under a suspicious cloud. As she gets to know the neighbors, she finds she is not short of suspects or motives, but suffers from a lack of evidence. The relationship between Lady Grey and her husband, Brisbane, is further developed in this book and even as she grapples with the intricacies of her investigation, so too does she grapple with the complexities of marriage.
lexxa83 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I love the Lady Julia Grey series, and this book is no exception. I can't wait until the next book comes out this year!
allureofbooks on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Deanna Raybourn's Lady Julia series is what a Victoria Holt novel wants to be when it grows up. With Victoria Holt, you get atmospheric gothic mysteries that are just a little twisted spiced up with just a little romance. There is nothing "just a little" about the Lady Julia books. Raybourn amps up the twisted factor and the romance by a rather large degree, and what comes out of it is nothing less than phenomenal. This mystery is just like all the others: captivating and nearly impossible to puzzle out before the end. I love not being able to figure out things early...it is sometimes fairly easy to deduce that whatever track Julia happens to be on is wrong, but as far as trying to decide what is really going on? Good luck. Brisbane takes basically all the other leading men in books like this and wipes the floor with them. He is dark, tortured, brilliant, merciless when need be and absurdly devoted to the thing(s) he finds important. Lady Julia is an awesome character. As manly and imposing as Brisbane is, she certainly holds her own against him. I love them together so much! They are two of the most impetuous characters I have come across, and throwing them together is never short of electric and explosive. I could not be any more in love with this series, and the next book cannot come quickly enough!
SamSattler on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
"Dark Road to Darjeeling" is Deanna Raybourn's fourth "Lady Julia Gray novel," and a lot has happened to Julia since I last visited her. "Silent in the Grave," the first book in the series, is the only other Julia Gray novel I have read, so I was a little surprised to see that in 1889, as the novel opens, Julia and Nicholas Brisbane have married. The two are, in fact, on the eighth month of their extended honeymoon travels around the Mediterranean. Seated in a Cairo restaurant, and about to discuss what their lives will be like when they return to England, Julia and Brisbane are surprised by the sudden arrival of Portia and Plum, Julia's sister and brother. Portia delivers the upsetting news that her former lover, Jane Cavendish, believes her husband has been murdered on the Himalayan tea plantation on which Jane very soon expects to give birth to their child. Julia, solid amateur detective that she considers herself to be, agrees to accompany Portia and Plum to the plantation to see what they can learn there about the supposed murder. Brisbane, professional detective that he is, reluctantly agrees to go with them because he knows the dangerous mischief Julia is likely to get into on her own. At the plantation, Julia and Brisbane find it easier to identify the numerous people who would benefit from Freddie Cavendish's death than it is to determine whether he was even murdered. His aunt and cousin share an obvious motive: financial control of the tea plantation. Others, including some of the plantation's expatriate neighbors and one or two of the Indians employed in service, have equally compelling, but less obvious, reasons for wanting to see Freddie dead. A more immediate concern for Julia and Brisbane is whether Jane and her baby are in danger from the same hand that might have ended Freddie's life. "Dark Road to Darjeeling" is a very good Victorian mystery, but that is not the best thing about this book. What most makes this series memorable is the relationship between Lady Gray and Brisbane, two characters who were meant for each other and for no one else. Julia is an independent, stubborn, confident and competitive young woman with a remarkable sense of humor. She loves her husband completely but cannot help herself when it comes to competing with him to be the first to solve a mystery. Brisbane is her perfect match, a man who admires her skills, finds it difficult to say no to her, and knows how to protect her from her most dangerous impulses. It is great fun to watch the two of them at work amidst the vivid 1880s atmosphere in which Deanna Raybourn places them. Raybourn populates this remote Indian outpost (neither Julia, nor Brisbane are quite sure where they are anymore) with exactly the type of eccentric characters one would expect to find in such an isolated part of the world. One or two of the mystery's evolving coincidences do require the reader to make a conscious effort to suspend disbelief for a moment, but that is part of the fun. Lady Gray novels are, above all else, great escapism. Rated at: 4.0
dianaleez on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
¿The Road to Darjeeling¿ is the fourth entry in the Deanna Raybourn `Lady Julia Grey¿ series. And if you haven¿t been reading the series, save yourself time and just go on and start with the first, ¿Silent in the Grave,¿ and happily work your way forward; it¿s a rewarding trip.One of the major concerns for series readers is whether or not the characters will continue to change and grow, or whether relationships will become static and the author will resort to outlandish plot devices to create interest. Never fear, Raybourn is once again up to the task. The newly wed Julia and Nicholas, along with her sister, brother, and irascible maid, are somewhere in or near India (Julia isn¿t entirely sure where) visiting Jane, a friend of the family, who just happens to be a new widow who is both expecting her first child and the former lover of one of the Greys. The mystery element is, as always, handled well by Raybourn. What exactly happened to Jane¿s husband? Is Jane herself safe? The usual collection of eccentrics is gathered, and the reader can sit back and enjoy their interactions.But for those who read and love the series, Raybourn offers additional perks. A seminal figure from Nicholas¿ past appears. And Julia learns a little more about his mysterious background. Also, Julia and Nicholas have their own martial issues to resolve as they try to carve out a relationship.The bottom line: Five glowing stars. ¿The Road to Darjeeling¿ is a well written historical mystery and a satisfying read.
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Fabulous writer!
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Great book and love the locale
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