{"product_id":"shadow-of-night-isbn-9780143123620","title":"Shadow of Night","description":"\u003cb\u003eThe #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling second installment in the All Souls series, from the author of \u003ci\u003eThe Discovery of Witches\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Black Bird Oracle.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLook for the hit series “A Discovery of Witches,” now streaming on AMC+, Sundance Now, and Shudder!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePicking up from\u003ci\u003e A Discovery of Witches’\u003c\/i\u003e cliffhanger ending, \u003ci\u003eShadow of Night \u003c\/i\u003etakes reluctant witch Diana Bishop and vampire geneticist Matthew Clairmont on a trip through time to Elizabethan London, where they are plunged into a world of spies, magic, and a coterie of Matthew's old friends, the School of Night. As the search for Ashmole 782—the lost and enchanted manuscript whose mystery first pulled Diana and Matthew into one another's orbit—deepens and Diana seeks out a witch to tutor her in magic, the net of Matthew's past tightens around them. Together they find they must embark on a very different—and vastly more dangerous—journey. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A captivating and romantic ripping yarn,”* \u003ci\u003eShadow of Night\u003c\/i\u003e confirms Deborah Harkness as a master storyteller, able to cast an “addictive tale of magic, mayhem and two lovers”(\u003ci\u003eChicago Tribune\u003c\/i\u003e).“A captivating and romantic ripping yarn.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—E. L. James, “Books of the Year 2012: Authors Choose Their Favourites,” \u003ci\u003eThe Guardian\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The joy that Harkness, herself a historian, takes in visiting the past is evident on every page. . . . A great spell, the one that can enchant a reader and make a 600-page book fly through her fingertips, is cast. . . . Its enduring rewards are plenty.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eEntertainment Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Fans of Harkness’s 2011 debut \u003ci\u003eA Discovery of Witches \u003c\/i\u003ewill be delighted. . . . Harkness delivers enough romance and excitement to keep the pages turning. Readers will devour it.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePeople\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Deborah Harkness takes us places we’ve never been before. . . . \u003ci\u003eShadow of Night \u003c\/i\u003eisn't just about wonderfully detailed descriptions of England in 1591, it's about being there. Readers time-travel as precisely and precariously as Diana and Matthew do. . . . \u003ci\u003eShadow\u003c\/i\u003e ends as \u003ci\u003eDiscovery\u003c\/i\u003e did with promises of more to come. Lucky for us.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eUSA Today\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Harkness exudes her own style of magic in making the world of late 16th century England come alive. . . . Enchanting, engrossing and as impossible to put down as its predecessor, \u003ci\u003eShadow of Night\u003c\/i\u003e is a perfect blend of fantasy, history and romance. Its single greatest flaw is, after almost 600 pages, it’s over. If you’ve already read and enjoyed \u003ci\u003eA Discovery of Witches\u003c\/i\u003e, picking up \u003ci\u003eShadow of Night \u003c\/i\u003eis an absolute requirement. Otherwise, pick up both, and consider your reading list complete.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Miami Herald\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Picking up where she left off in last year’s \u003ci\u003eA Discovery of Witches\u003c\/i\u003e, Harkness proves she’s not suffering from a sophomore slump with this addictive tale of magic, mayhem and two lovers.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eChicago Tribune\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Rich, period fun, particularly delightful in its witty characterization of historical immortals . . . \u003ci\u003eShadow\u003c\/i\u003e ramps up the supernatural suspense.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—New York Daily News\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This novel is as much a love story about a bygone era as it is about Matthew and Diana. It overflows with a colorful cast of characters, many of whom Harkness has plucked straight from the history books, and Harkness renders the late 1500s in exquisite detail. . . . The writing is so rich, the characters so compelling . . . and best of all, Harkness manages to execute with aplomb the act of answering old questions while posing new ones that will intensify anticipation for the final installment. Readers who have been counting down the days, take heart: The wait was most assuredly worth it.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—BookPage\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Harkness delights in lining up the living dead and modern academic history. . . . This tale of a feminist Yankee in Queen Elizabeth’s court charms amid the tumult, as the gifted heroine and her groom fight for generations and another sequel to come in order to protect the magical world that’s all around us.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eDeborah Harkness \u003c\/b\u003eis the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of the All Souls series, which includes \u003ci\u003eA Discovery of Witches\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eShadow of Night\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Book of Life\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eTime's Convert\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eThe Black Bird Oracle\u003c\/i\u003e. A history professor at the University of Southern California, Harkness has received Fulbright, Guggenheim, and National Humanities Center fellowships. She lives in Los Angeles.“Why no beard? Have you been ill?” Marlowe’s eyes flickered when they spotted me, nudging me with the insistent pressure that marked him unmistakably as a daemon.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI suppressed an urge to rush at one of England’s greatest playwrights and shake his hand before peppering him with questions. What little information I once knew about him flew from my mind now that he was standing before me. Had any of his plays been performed in 1590? How old was he? Younger than Matthew and I, certainly. Marlowe couldn’t yet be thirty. I smiled at him warmly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Wherever did you find that?” Marlowe pointed, his voice dripping with contempt. I looked over my shoulder, expecting to see some hideous work of art. There was nothing but empty space.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe meant me. My smile faltered.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Gently, Kit,” Matthew said with a scowl.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMarlowe shrugged off the rebuke. “It is no matter. Take your fill of her before the others arrive, if you must. George has been here for some time, of course, eating your food and reading your books. He is still without a patron and hasn’t a farthing to his name.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“George is welcome to whatever I have, Kit.” Matthew kept his eyes on the young man, his face expressionless as he drew our intertwined fingers to his mouth. “Diana, this is my dear friend Christopher Marlowe.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMatthew’s introduction provided Marlowe with an opportunity to inspect me more openly. His attention crawled from my toes to the top of my head. The young man’s scorn was evident, his jealousy better hidden. Marlowe was indeed in love with my husband. I had suspected it back in Madison when my fingers had traveled over his inscription in Matthew’s copy of \u003ci\u003eDoctor Faustus\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I had no idea there was a brothel in Woodstock that specialized in over-tall women. Most of your whores are more delicate and appealing, Matthew. This one is a positive Amazon,” Kit sniffed, looking over his shoulder at the disordered drifts of paper that covered the surface of the table. “According to the Old Fox’s latest, it was business rather than lust that took you to the north. Wherever did you find the time to secure her services?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“It is remarkable, Kit, how easily you squander affection,” Matthew drawled, though there was a note of warning in his tone. Marlowe, seemingly intent on the correspondence, failed to recognize it and smirked. Matthew’s fingers tightened on mine.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Is Diana her real name, or was it adopted to enhance her allure among customers? Perhaps a baring of her right breast, or a bow and arrow, is in order,” Marlowe suggested, picking up a sheet of paper. “Remember when Blackfriars Bess demanded we call her Aphrodite before she would let us—”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Diana is my wife.” Matthew was gone from my side, his hand no longer wrapped around mine but twisted in Marlowe’s collar.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No.” Kit’s face registered his shock.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Yes. That means she is the mistress of this house, bears my name, and is under my protection. Given all that—and our long-standing friendship, of course—no word of criticism or whisper against her virtue will cross your lips in future.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI wiggled my fingers to restore their feeling. The angry pressure from Matthew’s grip had driven the ring on the third finger of my left hand into the flesh, leaving a pale red mark. Despite its lack of facets, the diamond in the center captured the warmth of the firelight. The ring had been an unexpected gift from Matthew’s mother, Ysabeau. Hours ago—centuries ago? centuries to come?—Matthew had repeated the words of the old marriage ceremony and slid the diamond over my knuckles.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith a clatter of dishes, two vampires appeared in the room. One was a slender man with an expressive face, weather-beaten skin the color of a hazelnut, and black hair and eyes. He was holding a flagon of wine and a goblet whose stem was shaped into a dolphin, the bowl balanced on its tail. The other was a rawboned woman bearing a platter of bread and cheese.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You are home, \u003ci\u003emilord\u003c\/i\u003e,” the man said, obviously confused. Oddly enough, his French accent made him easier to understand. “The messenger on Thursday said—”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“My plans changed, Pierre.” Matthew turned to the woman. “My wife’s possessions were lost on the journey, Françoise, and the clothes she was wearing were so filthy I burned them.” He told the lie with bald confidence. Neither the vampires nor Kit looked convinced by it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Your wife?” Françoise repeated, her accent as French as Pierre’s. “But she is a w—”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Warmblood,” Matthew finished, plucking the goblet from the tray. “Tell Charles there’s another mouth to feed. Diana hasn’t been well and must have fresh meat and fish on the advice of her doctor. Someone will\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eneed to go to the market, Pierre.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePierre blinked. “Yes, \u003ci\u003emilord\u003c\/i\u003e.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“And she will need something to wear,” Françoise observed, eyeing me appraisingly. When Matthew nodded, she disappeared, Pierre following in her wake.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What’s happened to your hair?” Matthew held up a strawberry blond curl.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Oh, no,” I murmured. My hands rose. Instead of my usual shoulder-length, straw-colored hair, they found unexpectedly springy reddish-gold locks reaching down to my waist. The last time my hair had developed a mind of its own, I was in college, playing Ophelia in a production of \u003ci\u003eHamlet\u003c\/i\u003e. Then and now its unnaturally rapid growth and change of hue were not good signs. The witch within me had awakened during our journey to the past. 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