![]() He wants Renee to set the trap for Captain Starlight, and then he will pounce! ![]() This is all really a plot by Colonel Roth. Tyrone is all, “Why don’t you just steal them, duh?” but obviously she needs his underworld connections to sell them and such. Her crappy fiancée gave her some rubies worth a shit-ton of money, and she wants Hart to “rob” her at a pre-arranged time, and they’ll sell the rubies and share the money so she and Antoine can run away. She explains to Tyrone that she was hoping to be held up. Renee takes a coach ride in the middle of the night and-bam! Is accosted by Captain Starlight, whose real name is Tyrone Hart. He is begging to be kicked in the nuts.Īntoine has been accused of murder (which he obviously didn’t commit) and faces trial as an adult unless Renee helps a dude named Colonel Roth (also a douchebag) capture a nefarious highwayman called Captain Starlight (was that a character from Sailor Moon?). He is all bad breath and meaty paws and unwanted fondling. She’s currently living with her uncle, who is not awesome, and who has arranged for her to marry Edgar Vincent, a disgusting piece of slimy ooggly grabby hands. Her fourteen-year-old brother Antoine is so traumatized, he cannot speak. ![]() Her father died at the guillotine along with her fiancé. Renee is the daughter of minor French nobility, and she witnessed her mother being beaten to death in the streets of Paris during the Terror. The heroine of Pale Moon Rider is Renee, a recent émigré to England. A glitter of wary eyes showed through the narrow gap between collar and hat they were the only feature that would have been visible even if the light of a dozen lanterns surrounded him. He felt the chill of the night air through his heavy wool greatcoat and kept the uppermost two collars standing high, almost touching the brim of his tricorn. The silence was profound enough for the shadowy figure seated on horseback to hear the soft slither of mist curling around the trunks of trees and the moisture dripping off the sleek surfaces of leaves overhead. It was a fine night for treachery-dark with a pale moon rising. Pale Moon Rider hit me square in those feels.įirst of all, the writing, oh my God, the writing: I was still recovering from the season two finale of Buffy, where she has to stab Angel and send him to hell. I was in high school when I first picked this up, and I was way into star crossed lovers, the way emo high school girls are. I forgot how much so until I re-read it, and then it was all ooh’s and ahh’s and gooey happy feelings. ![]() Pale Moon Rider by Marsha Canham is amazeballs. This book is a Scarlet Pimpernel/ highwayman/charming rogue/sassy heroine/crazy-sauce plot of historical epicness. So what did I do? Eventually I broke my dry spell with one of my favorite books, a historical that I read fifteen years ago and never parted with. That’s right, if there’s anyone neurotic enough to turn their favorite hobby into a chore, it’s me. I started to psyche myself into not being able to read. And the more I thought about being in a slump, the worse it got. Every single book I picked up, I put back down after a chapter. It happens to ever reader sooner or later. I just came out of a horrible reading slump. ![]()
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