Two partners can just as easily be homosexual as heterosexual. She doesn't make a fuss about it, but a corporal can just as easily be a woman as a man. What I liked a lot is how casually equal Huff's society regards men and women. I liked the characters, who are flawed but likable. I liked bardic life, going on walks, talking to all kinds of people and of course, singing. I like the world, with the way society is organized (bards working for the king to spread and collect news, and to assist in criminal cases), and with the bardic magic, used to command the kigh (Air, Water, Earth, and Fire). Sing the four quartersI really liked this book about Annice, the princess who became a bard. This book contains Sing the four quarters and Fifth quarter. To save the Duc's life, they'll have to cross the country, manage to keep from strangling each other, and defeat an enemy too damaged for even a Bard's song to reach. Now, she's on the run from the Royal Guards with the Duc of Ohrid, the father of her unborn child, both of them guilty of treason – one of them unjustly accused.
Ten years later, Annice has become the Princess Bard and her real life is about to become the exact opposite of the overwrought ballad her fellow students at the Bardic Hall wrote about her.
She walks away from political responsibilities, royal privilege and her family. To his surprise, Annice accepts his conditions, renouncing her royal blood and swearing to remain childless so as not to jeopardize the line of succession. They give their people, from peasant to king, a song in common.Īnnice is a rare talent, able to Sing all four quarters, but her brother, the newly enthroned King Theron, sees her request to study at the Bardic Hall as a betrayal. They, and the elemental spirits they Sing – earth, air, fire, and water - bring the news of the sea to the mountains, news of the mountains to the plains. Fearing for his sanity, he called upon his sometime-lover and comrade in supernatural investigations, ex-cop Vicki Nelson, for help.The Bards of Shkoder hold the country together. For Henry Fitzroy, 450-year-old vampire, it began with a haunting, inescapable image of the sun, a terrifying symbol of death to one such as he. And only three people had even a hint that anything was wrong.
Brought to the Egyptology Department of Toronto's Royal Ontario Museum, the seals and spells that imprisoned him chipped away by his discoverers, he reached forth to claim the minds and souls of the unsuspecting city dwellers, to begin building an empire for himself and his god. Now, at last, the waiting had come to an end. Sealed away through unending centuries in a sarcophagus never meant to be opened, he had patiently waited for the opportunity to live again, for the chance to feed on the unwary and grow strong.
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