Fatal Throne: The Wives of Henry VIII Tell All: by M. T. Anderson, Candace Fleming, Stephanie Hemphill, Lisa Ann Sandell, Jennifer Donnelly, Linda Sue Park, Deborah Hopkinson

Fatal Throne: The Wives of Henry VIII Tell All: by M. T. Anderson, Candace Fleming, Stephanie Hemphill, Lisa Ann Sandell, Jennifer Donnelly, Linda Sue Park, Deborah Hopkinson

Hardcover(Library Binding)

$20.05 $21.99 Save 9% Current price is $20.05, Original price is $21.99. You Save 9%.
View All Available Formats & Editions
Use Standard Shipping. For guaranteed delivery by December 24, use Express or Expedited Shipping.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781524716202
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Publication date: 05/01/2018
Pages: 416
Product dimensions: 6.60(w) x 9.30(h) x 1.40(d)
Age Range: 12 Years

About the Author

M. T. Anderson is the author of Feed, winner of the LA Times Book Prize, and The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing, winner of the National Book Award, the Boston Globe-Horn Book Award, and a Printz Honor. Residence: Cambridge, MA

Jennifer Donnelly is the author of These Shallow Graves, Revolution, and A Northern Light, winner of the Carnegie Medal, the LA Times Book Prize, and a Printz Honor. Residence: Hudson Valley, NY

Candace Fleming is the author of The Family Romanov, winner of the LA Times Book Prize and the Boston Globe-Horn Book Award; Amelia Lost; and The Lincolns. Residence: Oak Park, IL

Stephanie Hemphill is the author of Your Own, Sylvia, a Printz Honor winner, and Wicked Girls, an LA Times Book Prize Finalist. Residence: Naperville, IL

Deborah Hopkinson is the author of Titanic: Voices from the Disaster, a Robert F. Sibert Honor Book and an ALA-YALSA Excellence in Nonfiction Award Finalist. Residence: Portland, OR

Linda Sue Park is the author of A Single Shard, winner of the Newbery Medal, and the bestselling A Long Walk to Water. Residence: Western NY

Lisa Ann Sandell is the author of A Map of the Known World, Song of the Sparrow, and The Weight of the Sky. Residence: New York, NY

Read an Excerpt

24 July 1527




The world is still dark beyond my window, but I can make out the tall figure of my husband, King Henry VIII of England, in the stable yard below. Beside him stands his lover, the torchlight glowing on her smooth, young skin. They are readying to ride out. Just the two of them. Together.


I watch as he helps her up into her saddle, lifts her easily, holds her. For a moment, he cradles her little leather boot in his hand, caressing it tenderly, before making sure it is safe in the stirrup. My breath snags.


She laughs playfully, flirting, her eyes never leaving his as she places a hand on his upturned face.


I sink into a chair. “Madre de Dios, ayudadame,” I whisper. Mother of God, help me.


My lady Maud Parr comes into the room. She looks startled to see me. “Your Grace, what are you doing up so early?” she asks.


“Sleep is impossible.” I pick up my sewing, a shirt I am embroidering for Henry.


Maud sits across from me. “I must tell you something,” she says.


I try very hard to listen. But the memory of Henry laughing with Anne, of him holding her in his arms, blots out everything else.


“Your Grace?” Maud says.


I blink. “Please, begin again.”


I slip my hands inside the sleeves of my husband’s shirt as she gathers herself to tell me about the letter Cardinal Wolsey has sent to His Holiness in Rome. In it the cardinal claims I was not a virgin when I married Henry. That I made love with his brother, Prince Arthur, when he was my husband, and that I lied about it. That I am lying about it still. That because of my treachery, my marriage to Henry is not a true union.


The cardinal is appealing to the Pope to declare Henry’s and my eighteen years together illegal. He is entreating the Pope to grant the King permission to marry again.


Maud pauses before telling me the rest.


Perhaps, she wonders, the cardinal felt he needed to make a stronger case against me, because in the same letter he accuses me of being a sex-crazed woman who lured Henry into a forbidden marriage to satisfy my carnal pleasures.




And then--¡por Dios!--the cardinal tells His Holiness that my husband finds me too repulsive to sleep with because my sex organs are diseased. He says Henry has vowed never to use my body again; that it is too dangerous to his royal person; that lying with me will make the King sick.


I push the shirt’s long sleeves up my arms and rub my face against its fine linen. Cardinal Wolsey is the King’s closest advisor. He cannot have written such lies without my husband’s consent.


How can Henry hate me so?


I remember our wedding night, the feel of his hands on my trembling skin; the hot, stinging pain of our first loving; the blissful relief of lying in his strong, steady arms, a true wife at last.


I pull my hands free of the shirt and lay it across my lap. I know Henry better than anyone else, certainly better than Anne Boleyn, for I have known him as a boy and a man; as a brother and a husband. Our destinies have been entwined almost since birth.


“I was betrothed in marriage to the Prince of Wales when I was but a child of three,” I say.


“Indeed?” replies Maud.


I nod. “As Princess of Spain, I was a flesh-and-blood treaty, a breathing alliance between our two countries. And when I was fifteen I sailed to England to become his wife, and the future Queen.”


Maud gets up and pours us both a small cup of wine. “I would have liked to have known you then, Your Grace.”


“Oh, I was so young, and so sorry to leave my mother and my home. But it was God’s will that I go. I had unshakable confidence in Him--that He had favoured me and destined me for the greatest of things. I had no doubt that I would carry out my sacred obligation to fill the royal nursery with babies, most especially boys--heirs for the Tudor line.” I pause. “It was la voluntad de Dios, the will of God, you see.”


Maud nods with sympathy.


“But now the King has decided to rid himself of me. What can I do to stop him? Henry always gets what he wants. He takes it as his divine right.”


I cover my eyes with my hand. “Oh, Maud, after all these years of marriage, is it truly God’s will that it now be over?”


It is a question without answer.


In silence we drink our wine as the sun creeps slowly in through the windows, and my life unwinds before me like a spool of embroidery thread.

Customer Reviews

Most Helpful Customer Reviews

See All Customer Reviews

Fatal Throne: The Wives of Henry VIII Tell All: by M. T. Anderson, Candace Fleming, Stephanie Hemphill, Lisa Ann Sandell, Jennifer Donnelly, Linda Sue 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 1 reviews.
literarymuseVC More than 1 year ago
Attracting the eye of Henry VIII was definitely NOT a good thing. Yet, remarkably, each woman whom Henry courted thought she would be the one to succeed where others had failed. Denial is certainly such a powerful phenomenon! We have here the story of each royal bride, narrated by different authors, told with a unique point of view that adds interest to the belabored topic of Henry’s wives. They all have one element in common – please, yes amuse and flatter Henry VIII. After each narrative we have Henry’s brief comments on his experience with each lady – with the same cycle of initial interest, disappointment, feeling betrayed, and separation. It reminds this reviewer of a child grown bored with toys. Familiarity breeding contempt becomes the precursor to the “block.” So for those unfamiliar with these brides, this will be an engaging, fascinating read. For those familiar, it’s the story we all know but with some added emphasis to differentiate the women. So Catherine’s disbelief and faith are quite remarkable. Anne Boleyn’s account claims to be focused on joy but that is hardly the picture we get of this woman who passes from giddy to enraged to extremely pious in a most incredible manner. Anne of Cleves is probably the smartest, most perceptive wife whose marriage has duped the King and for which she gains exile and independence, which isn’t such a bad outcome considering the demise of Henry’s other brides. So the narratives continue… Fatal Throne… is labeled a YA novel but it is amenable to readers of all ages. Each author has obviously done considerable research not only about the main characters but also about the prevailing, conniving advisors to the Tudor court. Enjoy the latest addition to the Tudor novels depicting one of the most significant periods of English history! Nicely crafted and certainly fascinating as the reader gets a closer look at the intricacies of initially pleasing and ultimately fragmented, fatal royal bonds.