Black Lion's Bride Mass Market Paperback – Apr 30 2002
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About the Author
Tina St. John wanted to be an author for as long as she can remember, but it took a lifetime of daydreaming and ten years of corporate jobs before she was ready to give it a try. She sold her first manuscript, Lord of Vengeance–which went on to win the Romantic Times Magazine Reviewer’s Choice Award for Best Medieval of the Year. It was also a HOLT Medallion Finalist for Best First Book, and was named among “The Best Romances of 1999” by The Oakland Press. St. John is also the author of Lady of Valor and White Lion’s Lady.
A Michigan native and descendant of Mayflower passenger William Bradford, St. John has a great fondness for history and travel–something she shares with her husband, who is the inspiration for all her heroes, and her most devoted fan.
Readers may write to the author at 1500A Lafayette Rd., PMB 126, Portsmouth, NH 03801. Or visit her Web site at www.TinaStJohn.com.
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Three weeks later
"You know, my friend, you might have saved the king and everyone else a great deal of effort and worry had you simply said you were determined to kill yourself one way or another." Outfitted in chain mail armor from a morning spent in training, James Logan strode up to where Sebastian stood at the top of a wooden ladder, his bare back baking in the midday desert sun as he set a large brick into place on the partially reconstructed city wall. "A thousand able men employed to rebuild Ascalon's defenses, yet here you are, the king's right arm, half-dead but a fortnight past and out here working as hard as any man. You must have been drained of all good sense along with the blood you lost in camp last month."
With an exhaled curse that brought a twinge of pain from the healing wound at his side, Sebastian pivoted his head to look down at Logan. "I didn't come to Palestine to die," he said as he spread some mortar onto the wall with his trowel and reached for another brick. "No more than I came here to sit idle in a sultan's confiscated palace, supervising repairs to a city that will likely be razed by Saladin before we lay the last brick."
Logan chuckled as he positioned himself near the base of the ladder, leaning his shoulder against the stone wall and grinning up at Sebastian from under arched chestnut-colored brows. "The king had to know the Black Lion of England would bristle at the notion of being caged--even behind gilded bars. Like it or nay, my friend, those were his orders when he left to march on Darum."
"I don't like it," Sebastian confirmed in a growl. "I came here to fight. As it seems I am unable to do that at present, I will at least make myself useful. Why don't you do likewise and pass me another bucket of mortar while you're down there?" He scooped out the last of the thick clay muck, then dropped the empty vessel into the Scot's waiting hands. "In any event, I mean to return to campaign as soon as the king is back from Darum. After nearly a month of inactivity here in Ascalon, I expect I can tolerate another couple of days."
"Then you haven't heard?" At Sebastian's answering frown, Logan blew out a sigh. "Richard has decided to delay his return. He goes to the Valley of the Wells, to seize a castle held by one of Saladin's emirs. I learned of it myself just this morning. Seems one of the men got the news from a supply ship that met the king down the coast a few days ago."
Sebastian cursed roundly. "Has he gone mad?" Ignoring the stares of several workers who turned their heads in his direction, he threw his muddy trowel to the ground, then came down off his ladder to confer with his lieutenant. "We should be saving our energies for Jerusalem, not squandering our few remaining troops on more petty raids and caravan robberies."
Logan shrugged. "You'll get no argument out of me. But with so much wealth to be gained from plunder, mayhap Richard has forgotten that his reason for coming to Palestine was to liberate Jerusalem from the infidels."
"He also forgets that his arrogance is winning him no esteem," Sebastian said, retrieving his tunic from the ladder rung he had draped it over earlier that morning. He shrugged into the airy white linen shirt, too fast, for in his haste, a jolt of renewed pain sliced through him. If he ever caught the devil who sliced him open that night, he would take great pleasure in returning the favor. Slowly. "The king is making powerful enemies on both sides of this war," he continued, slanting Logan a confidential glance. "At least one of those enemies means to see him dead."
"'Twas Richard's opinion the attack that night was an isolated incident--a crazed Muslim acting on his own volition, was his guess. He doesn'a believe he's in any specific danger."
Sebastian scoffed. "Neither did Conrad of Montferrat until the night two assassins, dressed as monks, accosted him on the street and stuck their daggers in his heart." He picked up his sword and baldric and began to buckle the wide leather belt around his waist.
Frustrated from a combination of heat, thirst, and now this news of the king's latest military whim, Sebastian abandoned his work and started for the well at the center of the city square. Logan fell in behind him. "'Tis rumored that Conrad's murder was bought with Richard's coin. Leastwise, that was the tale the assassins told upon their capture."
"A tale, all right," Sebastian replied. "Conrad and Richard were hardly enamored of each other, but they had finally come to terms. I was there when the king decided that Conrad was to be his replacement in Palestine should affairs in England call him home before Jerusalem was secured. He's gained nothing with Conrad's death, save the added knowledge that the crusade's success or failure now rests solely on him."
"Aye, but I wager the infidels found much cause to celebrate, having one less Christian leader to contend with," Logan suggested wryly. He pitched his voice low as he and Sebastian neared the crowded square. "You don't suspect Saladin's had a hand in any of this, do you? Could he have conspired with the Old Man of the Mountain to see both Conrad and Richard eliminated?"
Sebastian considered the idea for a moment, his attention focused on the throng of English soldiers and turbaned Syrian laborers taking rest and refreshment at the well. "Assassination seems too cowardly a tactic for a man of Saladin's honor," he answered, then shook his head. "However, the sultan has been pushed into a corner many times, and if we are to start counting King Richard's enemies, I warrant no one can be above suspicion."
At the officers' approach, a young boy hopped down from the ledge of the well where he had been seated, serving water to the other men. He filled two cups from the spring-fed reservoir, then rushed forth to offer them to Sebastian and Logan, his smile eager, dark eyes shining. Halfway across the small distance, he suddenly froze.
A woman's scream rent the air.
It sounded from within the main avenue, a wide street that led to what was once an opulent Syrian palace, and now the nearly deserted headquarters of Richard's high-ranking officers. The woman screamed again, shrieking a single word that curdled the blood of both Frank and Saracen alike . . .
Sebastian and Logan set off at once, skirting the crowd of dazed workers to reach the mouth of the avenue. "Shut the gates," Sebastian shouted over his shoulder to a knot of soldiers who rushed to join him. "No one leaves the city!"
Boots pounding on the cobble-paved street, he and the Scot raced toward the trouble. They did not have to get within a few yards of the palace to see what had happened. A frantic servant woman stood outside, jabbering hysterically and flailing her hands. At her feet in a pool of blood lay a Christian knight, one of the guards who had been posted at the palace gates when Sebastian left that morning to relieve his boredom by working on the city wall. The man's throat had been slashed--a savage attack delivered upon him not moments before, for his blood was slick and crimson, and still seeping out of his wound.
"Did you see who did this?" he demanded of the woman, seizing her by the shoulders. She feebly shook her head, then dissolved into another fit of wailing. Sebastian released her, turning his head toward the crowd filling the mouth of the avenue. Several prayers were murmured to Allah, but the majority of onlookers seemed capable only of gaping at the scene in mute shock. "Did anyone see who did this?"
A few heads uselessly shook in denial. Sebastian ground out a curse. He was about to turn away when something--or, rather, someone--in the crowd caught his eye. Enveloped in the knot of stunned spectators was a man of slight, wiry build. He might not have been noticeable amongst the others at all, for he was garbed as any other Syrian laborer: the same long, white tunic, the same turban covered his head. But what separated this man in Sebastian's mind was the fact that his gaze was not on the fallen knight . . . but on Sebastian instead.
He stared at him with piercing black eyes, cold eyes, lit with what seemed to be a morbid sort of amusement. Sebastian frowned and started toward him. Was this the same man who attacked him that night in camp--the same assassin who might have killed the king? He could not be sure. But this man had killed the palace guard; Sebastian could see the truth of it in the chilling, almost mocking, gaze peering back at him.
"You, there," he hailed in Arabic. "Come away from the others. I would speak to you."
The man smiled, but did not move to oblige. Several people around him began to back away, as if suddenly sensing there was evil in their midst.
"What is it?" Logan asked, when Sebastian's hand went to the hilt of his sword.
"There, in the crowd. That man. Do you see him?" Sebastian started forward, and the grinning Arab took a step back, slipping farther into the throng. "The bastard's going to run."
The words were scarcely out of Sebastian's mouth before the man did precisely that. He gave a taunting chuckle and then he was gone, ducking out of sight, his white-turbaned head blending in with the rest of the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd.
Sebastian lunged into a run, pushing his way through the tangle of stupefied laborers and servants. Logan was at his heels in no time, shouting orders to the handful of English soldiers to block off all exits from the city. A sea of turbans and white tunics spread out in all directions, a blurring expanse of colorless shapes, almost blinding in the intense light of the desert sun. Sebastian waded into the crowd, scanning th...
Top Customer Reviews
Sebastian is loyal to his King, but ends up falling for the woman who is the daughter of his enemy and is sent to assasinate his king. Though Zahirah comes to love Sebastian and doesn't wish to assasinate his king anymore because she values Sebastian's trust so much, a new threat emerges that may break their love and causes a rift that must be forged.
The betrayals and the interaction between the characters made this story real for me. The internal conflicts that each of the main characters went through made it all the more emotional and a more compelling read for me. Finally, I've found a book that holds my interest, so much that I don't get bored and have to start skipping ahead to find interesting bits, but that I can read through and be satisified. I also agree with some of the other reviewers about Logan, Sebastian's loyal friend, who was a fun character throughout the book. I strongly recommend this book to anyone looking for a fun, heart-warming read. For someone who reads so much and is not always satisfied, this was definitely a rare find. I am now ordering the rest of Tina St.John's books and hope to be equally as satisfied, or more!
Rashid al-Din Sinan was called the Old Man of the Mountain. He was determined that King Richard would be the next target of the fida'i. He sent a special assassin to do the job. One he had been training since birth for a special occasion. Sinan sent his own daughter, Zahirah.
Zahirah was foiled on her first attempt by a Captain. She soon managed to situate herself in the palace to await another chance. The more she stayed in the Captain's presence though, the more she began to doubt the things she had been taught. If the other "Frankish infidels" were anything like Captain Montborne, then they were not the heartless barbarians she had been led to believe.
Sebastian, Earl of Montborne, was one of King Richard's trusted officers. He was a major role in the war against "the Muslim infidels". He refused to believe the assassin that got away was but a random event. Sebastian quickly found himself in a game of deep intrigue as he guarded the woman in his protection and his king!
***** A very believable plot that captured my attention immediately. The book is well written and has only a few co-characters to detract from the main hero and heroine. Everything is straight forward and no fill-ins to take up pages, because there is no need. So much is going on that time just seemed to fly by as I read! It is also obvious that the author spent a lot of time researching her book. I learned many customs of the country and about some of the King Richard's men from that time.Read more ›
Daughter of the King of the Assassins, Zahirah was trained to be as deadly as she is beautiful. When she steals into the desert camp of the English army, she has one goal: to banish the crusaders from her homeland by murdering King Richard the Lionheart. Her deceptive strategy delivers her into the hands of the enemy--and puts her at the mercy of the dashing Black Lion, Sebastian of Montborne.
Fighting for peace in a dangerous exotic land, Sebastian never dreamed that the tides of war would bring him a mysterious beauty in need of his protection. Nor could he guess that the lady who ignites his heart is the very enemy he has sworn to destroy on behalf of his king. Caught in a deadly game of passion and deception, their unbidden love could cost them their lives....
BLACK LION'S BRIDE is an excellent medieval romance by one of the genre's rising stars. Riveting action, heated sensuality, an exciting plot, and strong emotional characters that live and breathe like real people make this a medieval romance that stands out. The unusual setting of the Holy Land during the Third Crusade is also a nice added touch that only adds to the book's appeal. Highly recommended romance!
Zahirah, daughter of the king of the assassins, regrets her error, as she desperately wants to prove her worth to her father. To atone for her failure, Zahirah sets in motion a diabolical plan that will get her inside Richard's camp. An almost healed Sebastian rescues Zahirah from an assassin. Shocked that her savior lives, Zahirah and Sebastian fall in love but she learned from childhood to detest the Christians and how will he react when he finds out just whom his beloved is.
BLACK LION'S BRIDE is a powerful crusader romance that truly depicts star-crossed lovers, as its prime protagonists. The lead couple is a delight as neither wants love with the other, especially Zahirah who always hated Christians. Though her "transformation" from loathing bigot to caring lover seems difficult to fathom, sub-genre fans will relish the locale, the differing perspectives, and the strong story line that displays the tremendous talent of Tina St. John.
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I really enjoyed the 1st book in this series, but this one is really nothing like it. I haven't gotten through chapter 2 and I'm trying to figure out how to get my money back.Published 14 months ago by Raz
I did enjoy this book but I had to give it 3 stars because I was totally disappointed and felt the author really copped out when 1/2 way through the book it's revealed ------ Don't... Read morePublished on June 25 2004
Sebastian and Zahirah are a refreshingly sweet couple. For once, the hero of the story does not spend most of the book denying his feelings. Read morePublished on Dec 10 2003
I am on a great reading roll lately with excellent books, most recently this wonderful follow on title to Tina St. John's WHITE LION'S LADY. Read morePublished on May 17 2003 by Gayle Greene
This was a very good book, one of the best I ahve read in a long time. I enjoyed the characters and the story. Will look for more on this author's works.Published on April 15 2003
This is another keeper read from one of my favorite historical romance authors! I loved Sebastian of Montborne, and Zahirah, the beautiful assassin, was tortured yet compassionate. Read morePublished on April 1 2003
BLACK LION'S BRIDE is a riveting blend of passion, intrigue, and excitement. As I have come to expect from reading her other books, Tina St. Read morePublished on Aug. 12 2002
Tina St. John blew my socks off with WHITE LION'S LADY, and when she introduced Sebastian of Montborne in that book, I thought he deserved a book of his own. Read morePublished on July 26 2002 by NB
Having enjoyed White Lion's Lady so much, I thought I would love this book, but it was like torture. Read morePublished on July 25 2002