Neither Sir Tristram Shield nor Eustacie, his young French cousin, share the slightest inclination to marry one another. Yet it is Lord Lavenham’s dying wish. For there is no one else to provide for the old man’s granddaughter while Ludovic, his heir, remains a fugitive from justice.
Pitched as a Regency romance/mystery, The Talisman Ring is actually a hilarious romp full with the Heyer staples; a grumpy (in this case described as “cautious”) older man, a dippy and romantic young woman, a handsome young buck, and an older, independent woman with a brilliant sense of humor.
And, as I have discovered and discussed in previous posts, the real adventure begins on the road.
The beginning of the story (ie the set up) begins a bit slowly, but the characters are instantly loveable/hateable/loveable. Sylvester, the dying grandfather/uncle is absolutely the definition of curmudgeon, and I almost wished for more time with him. C’est La Vie! (read the book, get the French cliché reference).
Unpredictable villains, silly costumes, and a mysterious ring all figure in this beautiful and timeless Heyer classic.
For first time Heyerians, I don’t recommend making a maiden voyage with Talisman Ring. The romance is very subtle, and unless you are familiar with her tropes, its likely you will find it unsatisfying. But dyed in the wool Heyerians (as you must know I have become) will lavish in this exquistely subtle romance that reminds us why we fall in love.
Lovely, lovely book.
Its also pretty mild on the heat index, nothing spicier than a passionate kiss and some thin references to painted ladies.
It also has beautifully researched local legends about a headless horseman and a dragon [yes they are local legends in the area of sussex where it’s set], a lot of constructive and enjoyable silliness and apart from wanting to strangle Euphelie [one of the two heroines] it’s a great read. As always wonderful secondary characters, such as Hugh Thane who has such strong views on smuggled liquor [!]. And don’t neglect the carvings over the mantle or the reluctant participation of a laaamentably cautious man. This is one to keep you gently chuckling and should definitely be prescribed as a cold-cure to alleviate any misery.
Strictly speaking it’s not regency being set in the 1790’s
I have not read this one. Always glad to find another Heyer book I must read!
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