Forced to watch while Vikings laid waste her lands in East Anglia, Princess Judith seeks shelter in the only kingdom left unconquered — the court of King Alfred of Wessex. But while men may fight the invaders openly with sword and shield, Judith must seek her own vengeance — even if that means seducing a dangerous stranger to achieve it....
Einhard of Frisia owns a fleet of ships that could win the war, but his agenda calls for a more personal vendetta against an enemy who holds his only son. Yet fair Judith's pride and passion call to him, and he yearns to champion her cause, though doing so may mean he must sacrifice his own....
Helen Kirkman has always written stories - at home, at school, during the lunch break at her local government job, on the back of an envelope in a queue at the bank...
Her sister was the first audience for adventure stories inspired by "Ivanhoe" (knights in armour) "Robin Hood" (rogues) and Star Trek (where no man has gone before). Through each step in Helen's life - travelling, a university degree in languages, marriage, various administration jobs - the stories kept coming.
When her two sons got a little older, she decided the moment for a career change had arrived at last. The "breakthrough" came when Helen won the Clendon Award for best unpublished romance manuscript. Harlequin bought her story and she now writes colourful historical stories for their mainstream romance imprint HQN Books.
Helen’s passion for colorful history provides the perfect backdrop for the powerful emotion in her writing. All About Romance nominated her as a Desert Isle Keeper and she recently finalled in the Australian Romantic Book of the Year Award. The Historical Romance Writers website called her work both emotional and memorable, “with attention to historical detail that brings the past to life in a way only Helen Kirkman can”.
Helen’s early life was spent in England near the ancient walled city of Chester. She now lives in New Zealand and still travels (writing provides the perfect excuse!). She recently spent some time back in Britain, where she visited a Viking battle site, spent fascinated hours at the British Museum and ate too many pub lunches. She fell in love with the vibrancy of New York on the way home.
3,75 3,75 - Finalmente arriviamo al libro di Judith, principessa (di un regno già caduto) e sorella del nobile Berg, che vorrebbe essere guerriera lei stessa. In effetti, la vita alla corte di Alfredo il Grande le sta stretta: ha una lieve infatuazione per il re e al lavoro di cucito preferisce la spada e i duelli (una ragazza lungimirante, visto il costante pericolo di stupri e morte per mano vichinga). Esauriti i candidati inglesi per le nozze, non le resta che ripiegare sull'amore per un mercenario in fuga da una terra oltre il mare, ovvero dalla Frisia (nord dei Paesi Bassi). Anche grazie a questo romanzo ho scoperto che le incursioni vichinghe si spingevano in profondità risalendo i fiumi europei (Dorestand, che sorgeva alla confluenza del Reno, fu più volte saccheggiata, fino a scomparire). Punto bonus del libro: battaglie in mare e inseguimenti via nave.
I am enraptured wiht Kirkman's writing style, which is like nothing I've read lately. It has trance-inducing qualities with its slow building of words, ideas, phrases, with no immediate, definable reference point. The time of this series - 875 England and the Viking invasions - is brutal and nasty, and Kirkman does a tremendous job in describing the despair and blackness that many of its victims felt. There is slaughter, rape, pillage, and Kirkman deals directly with the aftermath of these events.
But she also focuses on the love story of two people caught up in these events, and she does it in such a way that is poignant and touching. Here's a favorite selection:
"I think I am mad," she added. "Just as well." She heard his laughter. The first time, quite free, like a miracle. "We will match. I have been telling everyone I am mad for some time now." His breath was not steady. Her heart leaped. They were tangled together on the ground. More than that, he still had hold of her hand, like a troth-plight, a betrothal gesture. The touch of his hand was real. She spoke, out of the terrifying hope of that gesture, out of faith. "Just as long as you are insane enough to love me." Her voice shook. "Aye." There was no longer a disguise. Truth. "I was always that mad." Her breath trembled. "Always"?