Authors: Roseanna M. White
HARVEST HOUSE PUBLISHERS
âRing of Secrets
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âWhispers from the Shadows
A Hero's Promise
âCircle of Spies
Scripture quotations are from the King James Version of the Bible.
Cover by Garborg Design Works, Savage, Minnesota
Cover photos Â© Chris Garborg; Bigstock/avdbrandt, Chris Marion
Some of the prayers are taken from
The Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers and Devotions
, published by Banner of Truth,
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
WHISPERS FROM THE SHADOWS
Copyright Â© 2013 by Roseanna M. White
Published by Harvest House Publishers
Eugene, Oregon 97402
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
White, Roseanna M.
Whispers from the shadows / Roseanna M. White.
pages cm.â(Culper Ring series ; book 2)
ISBN 978-0-7369-5101-2 (pbk.)
ISBN 978-0-7369-5102-9 (eBook)
1. Women spiesâFiction. 2. United StatesâHistoryâWar of 1812âFiction. 3. MarylandâHistoryâWar of 1812âFiction. I. Title.
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To my sister, Jennifer.
Whenever I write a heroine with a knack for artâor a hero more than a foot taller than said heroineâI think of you (and that towering brother-in-law of mine).
You bring beauty to my life, and I'm proud to be your Pooky.
With every book I write, it seems the list of people who help me grows longer. As always, I have to start with my awesome-beyond-imagining family. My husband, David, who gets excited over minute historical details with me. My adorable kids, XoÃ« and Rowyn, who look at me every day and ask, “Aren't you done writing that one yet?” My mother-in-law, who saves my sanity with a weekly babysitting time. My parents, for their never-ending encouragement and faith. My grandparents, for their pride in me. And my sister and brother-in-law, both artists and art teachers, for inspiring me.
I have an amazing collection of friends who form my support group. Stephanie, who is subjected to every random thought to flutter through my headâthe price of being my best friend. Amanda, who is always so quick to read my chapters and offer her fabulous historical eye. Dina, with her outstanding instinct for plot. Thanks to Naomi for being a brainstorming buddy, and to “Louisiana Rachel” for reading all my manuscripts to check the fashion details for me. I have to deliver my gratitude to Laurie Alice, who sent me a list of research books to read before attempting to write this era, and all the ladies in my prayer groupâI know I can go to you with hopes and fears big and small, and that you'll stand with me before our Father.
And, finally, the team at Harvest House. I'm pretty sure I have the most fantastic publishing family in the world, and the more we work together, the more I appreciate each and every one of you who toil to make these books a success. Special
thanks to Kim, for listening and laughing with me over all my random questions, for being my champion and friendâI couldn't ask for a better editor. And, of course, my agent, Karen Ball, who wows me with her expertise and never fails to make me laugh. I couldn't possibly write this series without you all.
Ye were sometimes darkness, but now are ye light in the Lord: walk as children of lightâ¦See then that ye walk circumspectly, not as fools, but as wise, redeeming the time, because the days are evil.
“We have the greatest opportunity the world has ever seen, as long as we remain honestâwhich will be as long as we can keep the attention of our people alive. If they once become inattentive to public affairs, you and I, and Congress and Assemblies, judges and governors, would all become wolves.”
he servants hefting her trunks onto the carriage might as well have been loading her coffin. Gwyneth Fairchild pulled her pelisse close and gazed across Hanover Square with a sick feeling in her stomach. Surely she would awaken from this nightmare and walk down to the breakfast room to find Papa smiling at her. He would speak and say something that actually made sense.
Not like yesterday.
She shut her eyes against the image of all that was familiar, all that she might never see again. What if the
went down? Was attacked by a renegade French ship or those dreadful American pirates? What if, assuming she made it to Annapolis, they killed her the moment she stepped ashore?