{"product_id":"fatal-throne-the-wives-of-henry-viii-tell-all-isbn-9781984830333","title":"Fatal Throne: The Wives of Henry VIII Tell All","description":"\u003cb\u003ePerfect for anyone playing the \u003ci\u003eSix \u003c\/i\u003esoundtrack on repeat who wants to discover more about the six wives of Henry VIII! This is an edge-of-your-seat reimagining of the romance and tragedy that defined them, told from multiple points of view by award-winning and bestselling authors. \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf you were one of King Henry VIII's six wives, who would you be? Would you be Anne Boleyn, who literally lost her head? The subject of rumor and scandal like Catherine Howard? Or would you survive like Anna of Cleves?\u003cbr\u003e     Meet all Henry's queens--each bound for divorce or death--in this epic novel that reads like fantasy but really happened. Watch spellbound as each wife attempts to survive their unpredictable king as he grows more obsessed with producing a male heir. And discover how the power-hungry court fanned the flames of Henry's passions . . . and his most horrible impulses.\u003cbr\u003e     Brought to life by seven award-winning and bestselling authors, here is an intimate look at the royals during one of the most treacherous times in history, perfect for anyone fascinated by Britain's Royal Family or Netflix's \u003ci\u003eThe Crown\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\"Ambitious and exciting.\" --\u003ci\u003eBustle\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\"These stories of love, lust, power and intrigue never fail to fascinate.\" --\u003ci\u003eShelf Awareness\u003c\/i\u003e, Starred Review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cu\u003eWho's Who:\u003c\/u\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eM. T. Anderson - Henry VIII\u003cbr\u003eCandace Fleming - Katharine of Aragon, wife #1\u003cbr\u003eStephanie Hemphill - Anne Boleyn, wife #2\u003cbr\u003eLisa Ann Sandell - Jane Seymour, wife #3\u003cbr\u003eJennifer Donnelly - Anna of Cleves, wife #4\u003cbr\u003eLinda Sue Park - Catherine Howard, wife #5\u003cbr\u003eDeborah Hopkinson - Kateryn Parr, wife #6\"Romance and intrigue dominate these accounts, as do the frustrations of being female in a time when 'no woman--not even a Queen--can... show her own power'...\"—\u003ci\u003eShelf Awareness, \u003c\/i\u003estarred review\u003cb\u003eM. T. Anderson \u003c\/b\u003eis the author of \u003ci\u003eFeed,\u003c\/i\u003e winner of the \u003ci\u003eLA Times\u003c\/i\u003e Book Prize, and \u003ci\u003eThe Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing,\u003c\/i\u003e winner of the National Book Award, the \u003ci\u003eBoston Globe-Horn \u003c\/i\u003eBook Award, and a Printz Honor. Residence: Cambridge, MA\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eJennifer Donnelly \u003c\/b\u003eis the author of \u003ci\u003eThese Shallow Graves, Revolution,\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eA Northern Light, \u003c\/i\u003ewinner of the Carnegie Medal, the \u003ci\u003eLA Times\u003c\/i\u003e Book Prize, and a Printz Honor. Residence: Hudson Valley, NY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eCandace Fleming \u003c\/b\u003eis the author of \u003ci\u003eThe Family Romanov,\u003c\/i\u003e winner of the \u003ci\u003eLA Times \u003c\/i\u003eBook Prize and the \u003ci\u003eBoston Globe-Horn \u003c\/i\u003eBook Award; \u003ci\u003eAmelia Lost;\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Lincolns.\u003c\/i\u003e Residence: Oak Park, IL\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eStephanie Hemphill\u003c\/b\u003e is the author of \u003ci\u003eYour Own, Sylvia,\u003c\/i\u003e a Printz Honor winner, and \u003ci\u003eWicked Girls, \u003c\/i\u003ean \u003ci\u003eLA Times \u003c\/i\u003eBook Prize Finalist\u003ci\u003e.\u003c\/i\u003e Residence: Naperville, IL\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eDeborah Hopkinson\u003c\/b\u003e is the author of \u003ci\u003eTitanic: Voices from the Disaster,\u003c\/i\u003e a Sibert Honor Book. Residence: Portland, OR\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLinda Sue Park\u003c\/b\u003e is the author of \u003ci\u003eA Single Shard,\u003c\/i\u003e winner of the Newbery Medal, and the bestselling \u003ci\u003eA Long Walk to Water. \u003c\/i\u003eResidence: Western NY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLisa Ann Sandell \u003c\/b\u003eis the author of \u003ci\u003eA Map of the Known World \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eThe Weight of the Sky\u003c\/i\u003e.Residence: New York, NY\u003cp\u003e24 July 1527\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe 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.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI 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.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe laughs playfully, flirting, her eyes never leaving his as she places a hand on his upturned face.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI sink into a chair. “Madre de Dios, ayudadame,” I whisper. Mother of God, help me.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMy lady Maud Parr comes into the room. She looks startled to see me. “Your Grace, what are you doing up so early?” she asks.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Sleep is impossible.” I pick up my sewing, a shirt I am embroidering for Henry.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMaud sits across from me. “I must tell you something,” she says.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI try very hard to listen. But the memory of Henry laughing with Anne, of him holding her in his arms, blots out everything else.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Your Grace?” Maud says.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI blink. “Please, begin again.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI 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.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe 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.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMaud pauses before telling me the rest.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePerhaps, 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.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMe!\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd 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.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI 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.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHow can Henry hate me so?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI 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.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI 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.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I was betrothed in marriage to the Prince of Wales when I was but a child of three,” I say.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Indeed?” replies Maud.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI 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.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMaud gets up and pours us both a small cup of wine. “I would have liked to have known you then, Your Grace.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“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.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMaud nods with sympathy.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“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.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI 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?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt is a question without answer.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIn 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.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Anne Schwartz Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46299914567909,"sku":"NP9781984830333","price":14.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781984830333.jpg?v=1767726765","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/fatal-throne-the-wives-of-henry-viii-tell-all-isbn-9781984830333","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}