Book : Three Fates - Roberts, Nora

-Titulo Original : Three Fates

-Fabricante :

Berkley

-Descripcion Original:

From #1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts comes an unforgettable tale of luck and love in which the fortunes of three siblings depend on a simple twist of fate.When the RMS Lusitania sank in 1915, one survivor became a changed man, giving up his life as a petty thief. But the man still kept the small silver statue he lifted, saving it as a reminder of his past and a family heirloom for future generations. A century later, that priceless heirloom-one of a long-separated set of three-has been stolen again. Malachi, Gideon, and Rebecca Sullivan are determined to recover their great-great-grandfather’s treasure, reunite the Three Fates, and make their fortune. Their quest will take them from their home in Ireland to Helsinki, Prague, and New York, where they will meet a brilliant scholar who will aid them in their hunt-and an ambitious woman who will stop at nothing to acquire the Fates.... Review Praise for Three Fates“Satisfying...intriguing [and] romantic. The characters are all different and all likable. You’ll become caught up in their lives, their antics and their emotions and will miss them when they’re gone.”-The State (Columbia, SC)“Vivid characters, a strong plot.”-The Providence Journal (Providence, RI)“The potent mix of suspense and legend conjures a fast-paced and compelling plot.”-Bath Chronicle“A rapid pace...[A] fascinating read. The Sullivan siblings and their significant others are a varied group that makes for lively scenes and interactions.”-BookBrowser“A slick, snappy read.”-Publishers Weekly About the Author Nora Roberts is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than 200 novels. She is also the author of the bestselling In Death series written under the pen name J. D. Robb. There are more than 500 million copies of her books in print. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. OneMay 7, 1915Happily unaware hed be dead in twenty-three minutes, Henry W. Wyley imagined pinching the nicely rounded rump of the young blonde who was directly in his line of sight. It was a perfectly harmless fantasy that did nothing to distress the blonde, or Henrys wife, and put Henry himself in the best of moods.With a lap robe tucked around his pudgy knees and a plump belly well satisfied by a late and luxurious lunch, he sat in the bracing sea air with his wife, Edith-whose bum, bless her, was flat as a pancake-enjoying the blondes derriere along with a fine cup of Earl Grey.Henry, a portly man with a robust laugh and an eye for the ladies, didnt bother to stir himself to join other passengers at the rail for a glimpse of Irelands shimmering coast. Hed seen it before and assumed hed have plenty of opportunities to see it again if he cared to.Though what fascinated people about cliffs and grass eluded him. Henry was an avowed urbanite who preferred the solidity of steel and concrete. And at this particular moment, he was much more interested in the dainty chocolate cookies served with the tea than with the vista.Particularly when the blonde moved on.Though Edith fussed at him not to make a pig of himself, he gobbled up three cookies with cheerful relish. Edith, being Edith, refrained. It was a pity she denied herself that small pleasure in the last moments of her life, but she would die as shed lived, worrying about her husbands extra tonnage and brushing at the crumbs that scattered carelessly on his shirtfront.Henry, however, was a man who believed in indulgence. What, after all, was the point of being rich if you didnt treat yourself to the finer things? Hed been poor, and hed been hungry. Rich and well fed was better.Hed never been handsome, but when a man had money he was called substantial rather than fat, interesting rather than homely. Henry appreciated the absurdity of the distinction.At just before three in the afternoon on that sparkling May day, the wind blew at his odd little coal-colored toupee, whipped high, happ