At Queen Elizabeth’s palace, intrigue abounds. And when a naive girl with a gift for keen observation enters the court, she can hardly imagine the role she will play in bringing England—indeed, the whole of Europe—to the brink of war. Nor can she foresee her own journey to the brink of ecstasy and beyond. . . .
When she becomes a junior lady of Queen Elizabeth’s bedchamber, Rosamund is instructed by her cousin, the brilliant and devious secretary of state Sir Francis Walsingham, to record everything she observes. Her promised reward: a chance at a good marriage. But through her brother Thomas, Rosamund finds herself drawn to the forbidden, rough-and-tumble world of theatre, and to Thomas’s friend, the dramatic, impetuous playwright Christopher Marlowe. And then Rosamund meets Will Creighton—a persuasive courtier, poet, and would-be playwright who is the embodiment of an unsuitable match.
The unsanctioned relationship between Rosamund and Will draws the wrath of Elizabeth, who prides herself on being the Virgin Queen. Rosamund is sent in disgrace to a remote castle that holds Elizabeth’s cousin Mary Stuart, the imprisoned Queen of Scots. Here, Walsingham expects Rosamund to uncover proof of a plot against Elizabeth. But surely, nothing good can come of putting an artless girl in such close proximity to so many seductive players and deceptive games. Unless, of course, Rosamund can discover an affinity for passion and intrigue herself. . . .
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jane Feather conspires with history to tell this dazzling story about two very real, very wily queens— and one impassioned young woman whose life they change forever.
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About the Author
Jane Feather is the New York Times bestselling author of more than thirty sensual historical romances, including the Blackwater Bride series. She was born in Cairo, Egypt, and grew up in the south of England. She currently lives in Washington, DC, with her family. There are more than 10 million copies of her books in print.
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All the Queen’s Players
Scadbury Park, Chiselhurst, Kent, May 1586
THE LEMONY LIGHT of the early-spring sun seemed to accentuate the delicate new greenery of the apple trees and the soft blush of pink on the creamy white flowers. The blossom was so delicate, so fragile, so impossible to capture to her satisfaction, that Rosamund Walsingham, from her perch high in the crotch of an apple tree, muttered an imprecation under her breath, wiped the slate clean of chalk, and began anew. Chalk was not a good medium for such dainty work, but paper was a luxury as Thomas was always telling her. His usual refrain of not being made of money, so oft repeated, had become a mantra. Not that it prevented him from dressing as richly as he chose, or from riding a handsome gelding with the finest leather saddle and silver harness, she reflected, her nose wrinkling as she studied the blossom anew.
And in all fairness, her brother kept her short of nothing important, and he only limited the supply of paper, which merely meant that she couldn’t afford to make mistakes. Once she’d captured something to her satisfaction with chalk on slate, then she could transfer it to paper with the sharpest, finest quill she could find. It wasn’t perfect, but she could manage.
Absently she brushed back behind her ear a stray lock of chestnut hair that was tickling her nose and leaned against the trunk of the tree at her back surveying the slate with a critical frown. It was almost perfect, and it would be easier to capture the impression of the blossom trembling a little against the leaf when she had the fine nib of a quill pen at her disposal.
Voices drifted into the orchard from below her hidden perch. Rosamund listened, her head cocked. It seemed her brother Thomas was back from his travels. He never sent warning of his returns from his frequent absences, so that was not in the least strange. And neither was it strange that he would bring a visitor with him. The voice was not one she recognized. Thomas had many visitors when he was down at Scadbury, some of them friends, others rather harder to define. The latter moved around in the shadows, it always seemed to Rosamund. They rarely acknowledged her with so much as a glance or a nod, and never spoke at all. They came and went at odd times of day and spent their time enshrined with Thomas in the study. Rosamund had learned to disregard them and was quite happy to keep to herself at such times.
She peered through the pale greenery as the voices came closer. Something about being hidden up here, looking down at the two men as they strolled the alley arm in arm between the fruit trees, brought her a little thrill. She was about to announce herself when they stopped on the path and turned to face each other, their conversation suddenly ceased.
Rosamund watched, fascinated as they kissed, murmuring softly, their hands stroking, moving over each other with increasing fervor. And now she wished she were anywhere but hidden in the apple tree. Her moment to declare herself was gone. Now she could only pray that Thomas would never find out that she had been a witness to this, whatever it was. Her brother was easygoing for the most part, carelessly affectionate to his younger sister when he was in her vicinity, but in general he paid her little attention, and that suited them both. He did, however, have a fearsome temper when aroused, and Rosamund had no desire to be on the receiving end of what she knew would be a terrifying rage if she was discovered.
So, trapped, she watched. They moved off the path, still holding each other, and the stranger leaned up against a tree, Thomas pressed against him. And then they slid slowly down the trunk and out of sight in the lush grass of the orchard. Rosamund could not see, but she could hear, and she’d heard enough stable talk in her rough and ready growing to have an idea what was happening between them, although the logistics of the act had never been clear to her. When her brother gave a howl that sounded as if he were in pain, she clamped her hand over her mouth. She could hear moans mingled with little cries, then silence.
After a minute that seemed to last an eternity, she heard them whispering, laughing softly, and the grass rustled. Their voices rose and fell barely above a whisper, so she could make out little of their words, but they sounded happy, in tune with each other. And then Thomas said in his normal tone, “Ah, Kit, if it’s coin you need during the long vacation, then you must speak with my cousin. He is always looking for men such as yourself.”
Rosamund could see Thomas again now as he stood up and leaned down, laughing, to hold out a hand to the brown-haired stranger who went by the name of Kit. The stranger rose, lacing his trunks, then brushing the dust of the ground from them. He was dressed poorly, his shirt darned, his black trunks shiny with grease, his dark cloak threadbare. He seemed a strange companion for her always elegant brother. But then Thomas frequently kept strange company.
Rosamund was excruciatingly uncomfortable in her apple tree. Her bladder ached, her back itched as if ants had dropped down her neck, and she longed to stretch her cramped legs. But she held herself still, barely breathing, lest something make them look up through the delicate screen of leaves and blossom. But they were too taken up with themselves to give thought to their surroundings, and finally they moved away down the alley towards the sweep of lawn that led up to the half-timbered, slate-roofed house.
She dropped her slate and chalk to the ground, then swung herself down from one of the curved branches to drop beside them. She dived into the trees to relieve herself in the thick grass at the side of the orchard, then she straightened her skirt and petticoat, picked up her chalk and slate, and made her own way up to the house.
She entered through a side door and walked down the narrow, stone-flagged passageway that led from the servants’ quarters at the back of the house to the front hall. As she emerged into the sunlit hall, she caught a movement out of the corner of her eye. A shadowy, black-clad figure sidled into the gloom on the far side of the central staircase. It would be Frizer, of course. Ingram Frizer, her brother’s . . . her brother’s what? She was hard-pressed to think of what role Ingram Frizer played in Thomas’s life, but it was certainly ever-present. Thomas rarely came to Scadbury without Frizer clinging to his coattails, hugging the shadows in brooding silence. He seemed more a servant than a friend, but more a confidant than a servant. Their manner towards each other seemed to imply shared secrets. Somehow though Rosamund couldn’t imagine that Thomas and Frizer would have the kind of congress her brother had been having in the orchard with the stranger.
Where was the stranger? Who was the stranger? If Thomas didn’t want his little sister to meet his visitors, he ensured that she didn’t, but this particular visitor Rosamund was determined to meet. She hurried up the curved oak staircase towards her own bedchamber thinking of various casual ways to effect an introduction.
As luck would have it, she was halfway down the corridor that led to her bedchamber when Thomas emerged from his bedchamber, accompanied by the stranger. He stopped as he saw his sister coming towards him.
“Rosamund, where have you been hiding?” His voice was cheerful, no indication of an underlying motive to the awkward question.
“I was walking in the fields, sketching a little,” she offered as she curtsied. “I am glad to see you home and well, Brother.” Her eyes darted as she spoke to the figure standing beside him. It was the stranger from the orchard, but he was transformed. The threadbare, grimy garments were replaced with a winged doublet of emerald velvet slashed over a lining of cream silk, his trunks were the same velvet, and his shirt was adorned with a collar of Thomas’s favorite cobweb lace. Thomas’s generosity extended even to his wardrobe it seemed. The two men were much of a size, and of similar coloring.
Thomas was looking at her quizzically and she realized that she was staring. “Kit, let me make you known to my little sister, Rosamund,” Thomas said. “I fear she has never seen your like before, judging by her ill-mannered stare.”
“Forgive me, sir,” Rosamund said with a quick curtsy, stammering a little as she tried to extricate herself. “I didn’t intend any discourtesy.”
“I perceived none,” the man responded. “Indeed, such scrutiny could be seen as a compliment, if I choose to take it as such.” He smiled. “Christopher Marlowe at your service, Mistress Walsingham.”
The smile transformed him as much as the clothes. The rather arrogant cast of his angular features, a certain suspicious wariness in the brown eyes, disappeared. “I trust it was a compliment.”
“Indeed it was, Master Marlowe.” Rosamund had recovered herself and responded with a smile of her own and another curtsy.
“I swear, Rosamund, you grow into a flirtatious minx,” Thomas declared. “It’s past time we found you a husband, else you’ll be sporting a swollen belly the next time I come back.”
“Not with the fare available in Chiselhurst, Brother.”
Thomas frowned at her. “You must learn to put a guard on your tongue, miss. Not everyone appreciates a coarse wit in a woman.”
Rosamund blinked in confusion. Thomas had never shielded her from his own coarse humor, indeed had always invited her to respond in kind, and since he was the only member of her family since earliest childhood to pay any consistent attention to her, she had never found anything in the least objectionable in the way he spoke to her, or considered the possibility that her own responses might be frowned upon as unbecoming.
Master Marlowe came to her rescue. He clapped his friend on the shoulder, saying, “I for one appreciate an honest tongue in a woman, Thomas. The world is not a pretty place. Why should anyone, man or woman, have to pretend that it is?”
“If they want to find a husband, Kit.” Thomas walked off towards the galleried landing. He turned at the end to look back at them. “We will dine at four, Rosamund. Join us, I have matters to discuss. Do you come now, Kit?”
“Aye.” He moved off after his host, his stride lengthening.
Rosamund turned aside to her own chamber feeling rather bruised. It was unlike Thomas to turn on her without just cause. That had been more their mother’s forte whenever her youngest surviving daughter had ever intruded upon her consciousness. She hadn’t known what to do with Rosamund, who had so unaccountably survived childbirth and early childhood, while most of her other babies had either been stillborn or had simply withered away within months. The tiny stones in the village graveyard made a pathetic line alongside one pathway.
But Dorothy Walsingham had been dead for several years now, and her last years had been so marked with ill health that as far as Rosamund was concerned, her mother might just as well already have been in her grave. She had learned to rely on Thomas for the lessons of life, and he had generally obliged in a haphazard fashion, sometimes answering her questions, sometimes telling her the answers weren’t fit for a maiden’s ears. Their elder brother Edmund was never at Scadbury, even after he inherited. He preferred London, and his succession of mistresses . . . whores, Thomas called them, who according to Thomas had rendered him poxed and senseless for the most part.
In truth it had been so long since she had last seen Edmund that Rosamund couldn’t summon up a clear picture of the present head of the family. She closed the door of her bedchamber behind her and took her slate to the scratched deal table beneath the window. Here she kept her precious supply of paper, quills, and ink. She set the slate down and gazed critically at her chalked sketch in the light from the mullioned window. It still seemed good to her, and she could see how to create just the right impression of fragility, the delicacy of the little tremors the blossoms made against the pale green foliage.
Excitement coursed through her and she forgot her brother’s puzzling and hurtful criticism, forgot the scene in the orchard, forgot Christopher Marlowe, as she sat down on the stool and smoothed out a sheet of paper. She tested the tip of a quill and sharpened it quickly, impatient with a task that had to be completed before she could begin. Then she dipped the quill in the standish and began to draw.
It took two hours to complete, and she leaned back away from the desk and gazed at her drawing. Such a small, delicate object was difficult to render with accuracy, much more difficult than a person, or a scene, but she thought she had succeeded. The sound of voices below her open window brought her out of her reverie, and she leaned over the table to peer down to the terrace below.
Thomas was sitting on the low parapet of the terrace and Ingram Frizer was standing beside him, a sheaf of papers in his hands. Frizer always reminded Rosamund of some malevolent creature of the undergrowth. His skin had an unhealthy greenish cast, always with a slightly greasy sheen, his lank, dirty fair hair hung to his shoulders in rats’ tails, and his clothes looked and smelled moldy as if they’d just emerged from a crypt. His voice had a squeak to it, which reminded her again of a nighttime predator, but his eyes were what chilled her. Opaque, hard, tiny pinpricks of an indeterminate color, but a massive malice.
He was presenting papers to Thomas, who was sitting at his ease, one crossed leg swinging casually, as he read. “You’re a fine man of business, Frizer,” he said with one of his infectious, booming laughs. “You’ll make me a fortune yet, my friend.”
“As long as there are fools in the world,” the other responded with a dour nod. “ ’Tis no crime to take advantage of such.”
“Well, some might not agree.” Thomas handed back the paper he held. “But I’ve too many debts of my own to fret over such niceties. See that they’re executed. You can be on your road to London within the half hour.”
Frizer looked askance. “You’ll be rid of me then?”
“Aye . . . about your business.” Thomas stood up. “What’s to do, man?”
“What’s the stranger doing here then?” Frizer jerked his head towards the house behind him.
“None of your business, my friend. He’s a man of words, a playmaker, a poet . . . and soon he’ll be joining our little fellowship. Leave him be.” Rosamund could hear a hint of threat in her brother’s voice. It would seem that Thomas recognized the need to keep Frizer in check.
She moved away from the window back to her drawing. What did that mean? What was this fellowship? The little clock on her mantel chimed three o’clock, and she put the question aside for the moment, turning her attention to the armoire. Dinner at four in the company of her brother and his friend merited a certain degree of effort. Most days she dined in the kitchen with the servants, it was more cheerful than the solitary meals that would otherwise be her fate, but it required no change of dress from her usual simple country gowns.
She examined the meager contents of the armoire with a somewhat disconsolate frown. It would have to be her Sunday gown.
Reading Group Guide
This reading group guide for All the Queen’s Players includes an introduction, discussion questions, ideas for enhancing your book club, and a Q&A with author Jane Feather. The suggested questions are intended to help your reading group find new and interesting angles and topics for your discussion. We hope that these ideas will enrich your conversation and increase your enjoyment of the book.
Rosamund Walsingham is not your average sixteenth-century lady. Plucked from her simple country home by her conniving cousin, the secretary of state Sir Francis Walsingham, Rosamund is sent to London to spy on Queen Elizabeth’s court. Francis asks her to gather information by keeping a sketchbook and diary of everything she observes and overhears in the queen’s private chambers. Her work at the court leads to an unexpected romance with a young playwright and courtier, Will Creighton. In the throes of romance, Rosamund’s affair is discovered, and she is banished from Elizabeth’s court, but Francis believes Rosamund can be of use to his cause of entrapping Mary, Queen of Scots, who is suspected of planning a conspiracy to assassinate Elizabeth and overtake the throne. But distance cannot shake Rosamund’s feelings for Will, and serving Queen Mary teaches Rosamund what it means to be loyal and selfless even in the face of ruthlessness.
Questions and Topics for Discussion
1. Christopher “Kit” Marlowe says, “The world is not a pretty place. Why should anyone, man or woman, have to pretend that it is?” (p. 10). Rosamund learns this lesson early on in the story as she is forced from her quiet country life into the tough world of courtly existence. Was there a singular event you see as the moment of Rosamund’s realization that this world is not an easy place—even in the seemingly perfect world of the queen’s court? Who do you feel is most responsible for Rosamund’s worldly education, and why?
2. Discuss Rosamund’s connection with the theatre. What does it represent for her? The theatre is the setting where Will and Rosamund first fall in love, but without the theatre Rosamund would not have been caught in her affair with Will. Do you see the theatre more as escape or as entrapment for Rosamund?
3. What significance can you glean from the title All the Queen’s Players? Who, in your opinion, were the most prominent of the queen’s players? Would the title All the Secretary’s Players also work? Who do you think had more control of the court—Elizabeth or Francis?
4. Rosamund successfully escapes from the palace disguised as a page by faking a stomach illness. She muses, “It hadn’t occurred to anyone that a maid of honor would willingly forgo the delight of a trip on the river to Greenwich” (191). Do you consider Rosamund an anti–maid of honor? Do you think Rosamund considers herself different from the other ladies at court? To what extent?
5. How do Thomas and Kit factor into the story? Do you view them as minor characters or necessary to the integrity of the story? How much or how little do you think Thomas and Kit aided in Rosamund’s discovery of love? Of happiness? Of survival?
6. The story opens with the death of Mary, Queen of Scots. Knowing that Mary is to die all along, are you more sympathetic to her plight? Consider the structure of the novel in your response.
7. Is Agathe a mentor to Rosamund? To what extent is she a positive influence? To what extent is she a negative influence? Do you think Rosamund would have fallen for Arnaud without Agathe’s persuasion?
8. The struggle for power is a central theme in the novel. On page 106, Sir Francis advises Rosamund that “this world . . . runs on favors given and received. Remember that.” Sir Francis uses an elaborate system of favors and threats as the means of maintaining his own considerable sphere of influence at court and beyond. Kit’s play is likewise about this very struggle for power, something he believes that every man desires. Think of other examples of power struggles in the novel. Consider Thomas, Kit, Sir Francis, Elizabeth, Mary, Agathe, Arnaud, Frizer, Will, and Rosamund in your response, and how each of them struggles for their own version of power.
9. After Mary’s cohorts’ executions, Rosamund tells Lady Walsingham she “needed to make sense of the horror” (327) by drawing the scene. Consider the ways in which drawing helps Rosamund understand the meaning of life. Is drawing a means of freedom for Rosamund? Does drawing also hinder Rosamund’s freedom?
10. Discuss the significance of Rosamund losing her virginity in boys’ clothing (200). Was her new “identity” as Pip responsible for her newfound freedom or not? Agathe tells Rosamund that independence is the secret to happiness (145). Is Rosamund able to be free—and therefore happy—dressed as Pip?
11. In All the Queen’s Players, as in the theatre, appearances are never what they seem. For example, when Queen Mary’s wig falls off in the first scene of the book, Rosamund is stunned to see that Mary’s hair is short and gray underneath her gorgeous red wig. Think of other examples where things are not what they seem in the story. How does Jane Feather use this idea throughout the novel? For what purpose do you think the author uses theatrical devices? Is she successful?
12. Do you think Rosamund grew to care for Queen Mary, even love her? What did Mary teach Rosamund? Turn to page 303–04 and discuss.
Activities to Enhance Your Book Club
1. Christopher Marlowe was a famous playwright and poet. He is considered one of the most important writers of the sixteenth century. Have each member of your book club pick up a copy of Marlowe’s complete plays (Penguin, 2003) or poems (Penguin, 2007). Choose a poem or part of a play featured in the book and discuss. Can you find traces of Kit’s character in the play or poem?
2. Queen Elizabeth’s England is a popular topic in contemporary film. Rent Elizabeth—The Golden Age (2008), Elizabeth (2007), or Mary, Queen of Scots (2007) with your group and discuss the costumes and period diction. How are these depictions of Elizabethan life different from or similar to the world portrayed in All the Queen’s Players?
3. All the Queen’s Players explores some of the most interesting and provocative aspects of courtly life. Host a luncheon that Rosamund and the other maids of honors might have enjoyed. Have each member of your group research and make a recipe popular in sixteenth-century England. Over lunch, discuss the best and worst aspects of life in the queen’s court.
4. Will and Rosamund’s love shares many similarities with Romeo and Juliet. Go to a production of this famous love story if one is being performed near your town, or pick up a copy of the play or movie. Revisit the famous scenes, and compare and contrast with Will and Rosamund’s story.
A Conversation with Jane Feather
Q. You’ve written many historical romance novels. How did your experience writing those books impact your writing process on All the Queen’s Players?
A. I’ve always enjoyed the historical research involved, and this book, with its emphasis more on the history than on pure romance, offered more opportunity for in-depth research. I’ve always liked to have actual historical figures on the periphery of my novels, but with this one it was possible to make them central to the action and plot development. It was a wonderfully rich experience.
Q. Rosamund is quite a dynamic young lady. Was her character inspired by anyone in history? By anyone in real life?
A. I’ve always enjoyed creating women characters who stand out against the conventional lives expected of them in any particular historical period. Throughout history there are always real-life examples of strong, dynamic, and unconventional women to be found, and of course, during this period, Queen Elizabeth herself was the perfect example: a highly educated woman who ruled men, kept her country safe through some of its most turbulent times, practiced the most devious diplomacy, and avoided marriage because it would reduce her to the role of a mere consort rather than a most powerful sovereign.
Q. Describe the research you had to do in order to correctly represent real-life characters such as Queen Elizabeth and Christopher Marlowe. Were there any interesting stories you came across about your characters that did not make it into the novel?
A. I was initially surprised at the number of scholarly books available about Marlowe’s life and work, as I had thought very little was known about him apart from his writing. But dedicated scholars have pieced together a wonderful picture using scraps of information, including something as esoteric as his buttery accounts at Corpus Christi to support the theory of his activities with Sir Francis Walsingham. There is, of course, copious material available on Queen Elizabeth. I would have loved to incorporate more of the devious world of Walsingham’s secret service and the detailed speculation about Marlowe’s part in it. It reads like a detective story, and his death remains one of the great historical mysteries. Was his murder ordered by Essex? Was it ordered by Sir Francis Drake? Was someone trying to protect his own secrets? All of these are theories offered in explanation, and of course, there’s the other little story about how Marlowe’s death was faked, and he went on to live and write Shakespeare’s plays.
Q. Who is your favorite character in the story and why? Do you relate particularly to any of the characters?
A. Kit Marlowe is my favorite, without question: an Elizabethan “roaring boy” whose extraordinary genius somehow blossomed despite his reckless, hot-tempered character. He killed at least one man in his short career, spent some time in prison, was accused of counterfeiting coins in the Low Countries, and yet was the acknowledged friend and confidant of some of the greatest scientific and literary minds of the period. And he died at twenty-nine, leaving the world to wonder, What if? As far as relating to a character is concerned, I probably relate more to Rosamund than to any other, although I am a lamentable artist!
Q. How did you get started in your writing career? What is your background and what authors are your influences?
A. My educational background is in clinical social work, rather a far cry from writing historical romances. But my real loves have always been history and literature, and I’ve always enjoyed writing stories. I have very eclectic tastes in authors, but in the field of historical novels I cut my teeth on Alexandre Dumas, Baroness Orczy, Daphne du Maurier, Georgette Heyer, Thackeray, Robert Graves . . . the list goes on.
Q. Is Elizabethan England your favorite period in history? What other eras do you find intriguing?
A. It’s certainly a period I find fascinating, but there are many others. I am particularly enthralled by the English civil war period, the Restoration, Georgian England, the Napoleonic Wars.
Q. You were born in Egypt, grew up in the south of England, and now live in Maryland. Explain how the various places you have lived have helped shape you as a writer.
A. I was born in Egypt because my parents were stationed there, but as I left when I was three years old, I doubt it had much influence on me. I had a very “proper” English childhood and education, with a heavy emphasis on reading and literature. But I probably wouldn’t have started writing novels if my husband and I had not taken the plunge and moved our family to the States in 1978. Shaking up life in one aspect makes it seem much easier to contemplate taking quite different paths in another.
Q. Your novel depicts a part of Elizabethan court life that we don’t often see. Was it important to you to present an alternative point of view? Do you think your readers need this alternative portrayal of life at the queen’s court?
A. A lot of romance has been written about the early Elizabethan days; rather less about the latter part of her reign, when she was a vain, raddled old woman with a penchant for the flattery of young men and a greedy delight in riches. I liked the idea of exploring that woman’s world. Despite her faults, one can only admire from a distance all the incredible achievements of her reign, not least the fact that she survived to die a queen, and sole sovereign of one of the most powerful countries in the known world.
Q. Who is your favorite author? Who are you reading now?
A. I have many favorite authors; it would be impossible to pick any one. At the moment I’m reading The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery.
Q. What is next for you? Are you currently working on anything?
A. I’m just beginning a romantic trilogy set in Georgian England toward the end of the eighteenth century.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Unfortunately ALL THE QUEEN'S PLAYERS fell totally flat for me. Jane Feather used to be an auto buy author for me, with a strong voice showcasing fast moving tales of action, suspense, romance and passion, but she seems to have lost that voice. With this book I wasn't expecting a romance, but I was expecting a good story. Instead I felt that it just seemed to drag on and on. The plot never really went anywhere.it just stagnated. There was so much I thought Ms. Feather could have expanded upon, but instead she just seemed to jump from one scene to the next without ever completing or accomplishing anything. Maybe if she had focused on the just the action and secrets of the theater life or just the intrigues of Elizabeth's court, she could have told a more focused tale, but by trying to mix them both together she seemed discombobulated and generally all over the place, while getting nowhere. When any action did happen, it seemed to have been hastily shoved into the storyline without being smoothly worked into plot. Potentially interesting characters were quickly blended into the mix of blandness. Rosamund had some great qualities; she was spunky, outspoken and independent without being annoying. She was supposed to be a spy for her uncle, but that was quickly lost in the everyday nonsense of court life, and I became bored with it. Kit, Thomas and Will were all characters that I wish grew more with the story, and each time I thought they were about to do something interesting, they would just ride off and get drunk or just disappear. With the minimum romance between Will and Rosamund, there was a teeny tiny hint of Ms. Feather's former voice of passion, but that too very quickly petered out. I would have rather she wrote no love scenes, than the lame attempts she included. I don't know if she or her editor felt that because this is general fiction and not romance that the spark needed to be toned down, but I felt that was a mistake, as it just made the characters that much more impersonal and I lost any inkling of a connection to them. This book could not end soon enough. But when it did it got even worse. I wasn't surprised by the ending, but it did tick me off. I will admit that I came close to shedding a tear, not because I was so enwrapped in the characters lives, but because it seemed so senseless. It rather came out of nowhere and seemed to be there just to tie up a loose end. Though I did like the epilogue, but I wished that what led up to that scene could have played a part in the storyline...what can I say, I'm a romance fan at the heart of it all.
I too bought anything by Jane Feather. As I started to read this I thought...what happended to one of my favorite authors? The story drug on, it certainly wasn't in the normal category of a romance novel & fell far short of other books Ms Feather has written. It was a somewhat bland story based on history, no excitment, & certainly no development of characters or a story of romance. A BIG DISAPPOINTMENT
All the Queen's Players by Jane Feather June 30, 2010 I thoroughly enjoyed "All the Queen's Players" by Jane Feather. This book provides a new look at Queen Elizabeth and Mary Queen of Scots and their relationship. The history shown in the story is correct so many people can learn history of that time period by reading this book. Most of the characters were real people - their stories may be contrived for this book but the romance and the insight into the happenings of Court are essential to how Ms. Feather draws you into the story and keeps you interested. Rosamund is so likeable and you feel her inquisitiveness, guilt and sorrow. I will look for additional books by Ms. Feather.
Forced to watch the execution of Mary, Queen of Scots, Rosamund Walsingham look forward to when she can leave the royal intrigue behind. Rosamund muses on happier times before her royal entanglements. That ended when, through her brother Thomas, she met the writer Christopher Marlowe, who brought her to Queen Elizabeth's attention where her relative secretary of state Sir Francis Walsingham demands her loyalty to him or else. Her Highness appreciated Rosamund's fine drawings. However, Rosamund understood her role was being an espionage agent ferreting out Catholic intrigue against the Queen. When she met courtier Will Creighton, they fell in love; but that is an emotion an undercover agent cannot afford to embrace. This is a terrific Elizabethan Era thriller starring a heroine who wants out, but understands the only way out of spying is death. Readers see through Rosamund's eyes and somewhat that of Kit too, the court of Queen Elizabeth. In many ways Marlowe is the fascinating player on the Elizabethan stage as he brings freshness to the mix especially with his gay lover. Historical fiction reader swill welcome Jane feather into the fold as All the Queen's Players understand death is one stroke away. Harriet Klausner