When fire destroys Pemberley, Fitzwilliam Darcy loses more than a house. His servants are displaced, his sister is uprooted, and the estate that defined him lies in ruins. With Pemberley uninhabitable, Darcy accepts Bingley’s offer of shelter at Netherfield. There, amid the noise and curiosity of Hertfordshire, Elizabeth Bennet sees a man stripped of certainty and consequence, yet still determined to protect everyone dependent upon him. Darcy, expecting only obligation, finds in Elizabeth a wit that will not flatter him, a judgment that will not yield to rank, and a kindness sharp enough to make him honest. But the fire was no simple accident. When the evidence points toward a man Darcy has long distrusted, justice becomes harder than suspicion. To find the truth, he must decide whether proof matters more than the comfort of a familiar answer. As Pemberley waits to rise from ruin, Darcy and Elizabeth must learn what remains when pride, anger, and inheritance are tested by loss, truth, and love.
This author has improved A lot since his first books. I enjoy reading them because they are different from most jaff; they are more serious and have more substance than many.
The story is excellent, but the literary devices are not. “The tea is waiting, and Mrs Bennet says you cannot expect it to understand secrecy.” Too clever by half, highly unlikely that Mrs Bennet would say such a thing, and tea understanding secrecy—or not—is sheer foolishness. That is one example of personification that seriously detracts from dialogue. Minus those, Pemberley’s death by fire and the mystery of how it came about make for a good tale. Bingley is well written as is Georgiana. I could have done without Elizabeth’s response to consequence that caused pain, not respect. I would have appreciated the story more with natural dialogue.