title: Blood for Blood (Regency Mysteries)
author:  S.K. Rizzolo 
description: In this engrossing sequel to Rizzolo's well-received Regency debut, The Rose in the Wheel (2002), John Chase, a Bow Street Runner (a pre-Victorian constable), and Penelope Wolfe, his accomplished assistant, investigate the fatal stabbing of a footman. Found in the back garden of the luxurious London home where Wolfe is serving as a lady's companion, the victim uses his last breath to quote an apocalyptic passage from the biblical Book of Joel. Rumors that the footman led a double life enmesh the pair in political intrigue surrounding the rise of the Luddite movement and the concomitant weakening of the Crown in the face of increasing class conflict and economic hardship. This tense atmosphere is only exacerbated by the cult surrounding pregnant Rebecca Barnwell, a self-proclaimed prophetess, whose followers believe is bearing the Messiah, and who has shown a mysterious interest in the servant's murder. The different circles in which Chase and Wolfe move afford Rizzolo an opportunity to depict the disparities in London society of 1812, and she makes the most of it. Engaging and three-dimensional lead characters match her evocative place descriptions. The killer's motivation may be a little underdeveloped, but that doesn't detract from a thoroughly entertaining effort that deserves many sequels. <br />Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information, Inc.
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  The Covenant Series
  
  
  
  
  
  Daimon (A Short Prequel to Half-Blood)
  
  
  
  
  
  Half-Blood
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Pure (Spring 2012)
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  Pronunciation Guide for Daimon
  
  
  > Daimon: DEE-mun
  
  
  > Aether: EE-ther
  
  
  > Hematoi: HEM-a-toy
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
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  CHAPTER 1
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  She smelled like mothballs and death.
  
  
  The elderly Hematoi Minister facing me looked like she had just crawled out of
  the tomb she’d been stored in for a couple hundred years. Her skin was
  wrinkled and thin, like old parchment, and each breath she took I swore would
  be her last. I hadn’t ever seen anyone that old, but of course I’d only been
  seven and even the pizza guy had seemed ancient to me.
  
  
  The crowd murmured its disapproval behind me; I’d forgotten that simple half-
  bloods like me weren’t supposed to look a Minister in the eye. Being th