Author: W.R. Gingell
Genre: New Adult Fantasy (Fairytale Retelling)
Beauty met the Beast, and there was . . . bloody murder?
It’s the Annual Ambassadorial Ball in Glause, and Lady Isabella Farrah, the daughter of New Civet’s Ambassador, is feeling pleasantly scintillated.
In the library is Lord Pecus, a charming gentleman whose double mask hides a beastly face, and who has decided that Isabella is the very person to break the Pecus curse.
In the ball-room is young Lord Topher, who is rapidly falling in love with an older woman.
And in the card-room, lying in a pool of his own blood, is the body of one of Isabella’s oldest friends: Raoul, Civet’s Head Guardsman. The papers sewn into his sash seem to suggest espionage gone wrong, but Isabella is not so certain.
Lord Pecus, as Commander of the Watch, is of the opinion that Isabella should keep out of the investigation and out of danger. Isabella is of the opinion that it is her murder to investigate, and that what a certain Beast-Lord doesn’t know won’t hurt him. . . .
Will Isabella find the murderer before Lord Pecus does, or will she end her investigation as a bloody spatter on the parlour floor?
Lady Isabella Farrah, the older and unmarried daughter of the Ambassador of New Civet happily spends her days assissting her father with his duties. At the masquerade ball for Glause, Isabella is taken with the mysterious and magic Lord Pecus; called the Beast Lord. Lord Pecus has been cursed have the face of a beast and always wears a magical mask in order to disguise his true face. As the ball progresses and Isabella finds herself dancing with men too young for her, she also stumbles across he murder scene of her friend and Civet’s Head Guardsman, Raoul. Isabella can not help but be involved in the investigation that is lead by Commander of the Watch, Lord Pecus. However, when her father is implicated in the murders, Isabella decides to be held in custody in his place at Lord Pecus’ manor. While she is imprisoned Isabella will not only try to solve the mystery herself, but try to unravel the Beast Lord’s curse.
This is an enchanting and witty re-telling of Beauty and the Beast with a great mystery woven throughout. I automatically fell in love with Isabella’s character as well as some of her sidekicks. She is just as capable as the men, not to mention incredibly inquisitive, intelligent and brave, even when it lands her in trouble. As well as her inquisitive nature, she had an incredible sense of fashion and was no fool for love. The scenes where she and Lord Pecus interacted were always entertaining and I couldn’t wait for their next encounter. Lord Pecus’ background and curse is still a bit of a mystery to me and I wish I could have known more about him. The mystery was exciting as well, even though I had part of it figured out rather early. The blending of the fairy tale and new mystery worked very well.
Recommended for readers of the Parasol Protectorate series, Isabella reminded me a lot of Alexia. Isabella and Lord Pecus’ relationship also had the same feel as Alexia and Lord Maccoon.
This book was received for free in return for an honest review.
W.R Gingell is a Tasmanian author who enjoys reading, bacon, and slouching in front of the fire to write. More titles in the Two Monarchies Sequence will be upcoming, and readers are encouraged to visit wrgingell.com or follow @WRGingell for the latest news and publication dates.
Other publications by W.R. Gingell include A Time-Traveller’s Best Friend: Volume One, and Ruth and the Ghost.
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“After you, my lord.”
I thought he laughed at me, but again it was hard to tell. “I don’t think I understand you, my lady.”
I looked at him steadily for a moment, my chin propped up in my palm. “Forgive me if I seem rude, but I think you understand me very well.”
He sat forward again, leaning his forearms on his knees. His bulk was so considerable that this maneuver put his face only inches from mine, and I found his eyes uncomfortably piercing. “Very well, my lady. Remove your mask, and I will remove mine.”
I was burning with curiosity that was tempered by a touch of self-satisfaction that I was about to accomplish something that even Delysia had not been able to accomplish, but I untied my mask with fingers that were steady enough.
“Well, my lord?”
“Charming,” he said softly, deliberately misunderstanding. I found myself blushing for the first time in many years. It was annoying to know that he’d intended as much. “How old are you, Lady Farrah?”
“Very nearly thirty, my lord,” I told him composedly, ignoring the rudeness of the question. “And a confirmed old maid, so you’ve no need to waste your compliments on me.”
“What brings you to the Ambassadorial Ball?”
“The proposed militia merger, my lord; and I believe you’re stalling.”
He gave me a slow, considering smile, and I wondered if the face beneath the mask was smiling also. “Is that so? Are you sure you want to see my face?”
Courtesy compelled me to say, albeit with reluctance: “Not if you’re unwilling, my lord.”
Lord Pecus sat silent for a moment as if in thought, his mask unreadable.
“Hm. I don’t believe I am,” he said at last, as if he had surprised himself. “Try not to scream, my lady.”
If he had said it with the slightest theatricality, I would have laughed and gone back to the ballroom, content not to know what his face really looked like. But he said it unemotionally, a plain warning; and I had to take myself firmly to task for the quickly accelerating beat of my heart as he removed the charms that kept his mask in place. I settled my chin a little more firmly in my palm and waited, watching the process with some interest. I had not much talent for magic, and my knowledge was almost as slight: my training had mostly to do with international policy and diplomatic processes.
At last he seemed to be done. He raised both hands to remove the mask - beautiful hands, strong and bare of rings - and it came away cleanly. For a moment I thought he had yet another mask beneath: firelight played on tawny brown hair - no, fur!- in a face that looked like the worst parts of wolf and bear mixed. I blinked once, realising in that instant that it was his face, his real face, and no mask. His mask must be magic indeed to have hidden that snout under the pretence of a plain common-or-garden human nose.
“I see,” I said into the silent warmth of the room. I dropped my hand back to the arm of the chair and let a small sigh escape. “That explains a good deal.”