Fatal Throne: The Wives of Henry VIII Tell All

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Perfect for anyone playing the Six soundtrack 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. If 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?     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.     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 The Crown.”Ambitious and exciting.” –Bustle”These stories of love, lust, power and intrigue never fail to fascinate.” –Shelf Awareness, Starred ReviewWho’s Who:M. T. Anderson – Henry VIIICandace Fleming – Katharine of Aragon, wife #1Stephanie Hemphill – Anne Boleyn, wife #2Lisa Ann Sandell – Jane Seymour, wife #3Jennifer Donnelly – Anna of Cleves, wife #4Linda Sue Park – Catherine Howard, wife #5Deborah Hopkinson – Kateryn Parr, wife #6

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Weight 0.4 kg
Dimensions 2.3 × 14 × 21 cm
PubliCanadation City/Country

USA

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Format

Paperback

Language

Pages

416

Publisher

Year Published

2020-2-18

Imprint

For Ages

7

ISBN 10

1984830333

About The Author

M. T. Anderson is the author of Feed, winner of the LA Times Book Prize, and The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing, winner of the National Book Award, the Boston Globe-Horn Book Award, and a Printz Honor. Residence: Cambridge, MAJennifer Donnelly is the author of These Shallow Graves, Revolution, and A Northern Light, winner of the Carnegie Medal, the LA Times Book Prize, and a Printz Honor. Residence: Hudson Valley, NYCandace Fleming is the author of The Family Romanov, winner of the LA Times Book Prize and the Boston Globe-Horn Book Award; Amelia Lost; and The Lincolns. Residence: Oak Park, ILStephanie Hemphill is the author of Your Own, Sylvia, a Printz Honor winner, and Wicked Girls, an LA Times Book Prize Finalist. Residence: Naperville, ILDeborah Hopkinson is the author of Titanic: Voices from the Disaster, a Sibert Honor Book. Residence: Portland, ORLinda Sue Park is the author of A Single Shard, winner of the Newbery Medal, and the bestselling A Long Walk to Water. Residence: Western NYLisa Ann Sandell is the author of A Map of the Known World and The Weight of the Sky.Residence: New York, NY

"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'…"—Shelf Awareness, starred review

Excerpt From Book

24 July 1527   The 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. I 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. She laughs playfully, flirting, her eyes never leaving his as she places a hand on his upturned face. I sink into a chair. “Madre de Dios, ayudadame,” I whisper. Mother of God, help me. My lady Maud Parr comes into the room. She looks startled to see me. “Your Grace, what are you doing up so early?” she asks. “Sleep is impossible.” I pick up my sewing, a shirt I am embroidering for Henry. Maud sits across from me. “I must tell you something,” she says. I try very hard to listen. But the memory of Henry laughing with Anne, of him holding her in his arms, blots out everything else. “Your Grace?” Maud says. I blink. “Please, begin again.” I 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. The 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. Maud pauses before telling me the rest. Perhaps, 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. Me! And 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. I 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. How can Henry hate me so? I 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. I 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. “I was betrothed in marriage to the Prince of Wales when I was but a child of three,” I say. “Indeed?” replies Maud. I 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.” Maud gets up and pours us both a small cup of wine. “I would have liked to have known you then, Your Grace.” “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.” Maud nods with sympathy. “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.” I 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?” It is a question without answer. In 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.

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