From Library Journal
Returning to the 13th century during the treacherous reign of King John, Canham completes her "Robin Hood" trilogy (e.g., In the Shadow of Midnight, Dell 1994) with the tale of Robin Wardieu d'Amboise's sister, the fiery archer Brenna, and mysterious mercenary Griffyn Renaud de Verdelay. The action sweeps from Normandy to Sherwood as they fight to protect the legitimate heir to the English throne and end up discovering a surprising secret that changes the direction of England forever. Although the penchant of the villains for sadistic sexual torture may offend some and the beautifully done historical detail and description occasionally slows the pace of the story, fans of both the Robin Hood legend and of medieval tales of derring-do will like this one. Canham lives near Toronto, Canada. Copyright 1997 Reed Business Information, Inc.


From Literary Times
Lady Brenna Wardieu usually doesn't conduct herself in a lady like manner at all. In fact, Brenna would rather shoot an arrow straight into a tree instead of into a man's heart. This is evident when she makes it clear to a trespasser on her father's land that she would just as soon put an arrow through his heart than let him take another advancement towards her. The stranger concedes to letting himself be captive to this lovely and spirited young woman, until they reach the castle and her father's presence. Griffyn Renaud de Verdelay could have any woman in all the land that he wanted. However, he is on his own mission which doesn't involve getting caught up in a woman's fancy. Although Brenna is quite pleasing to the eye, he has his own battles to win before he can truly give his love to another. Brenna doesn't know what to think when she finds Griffyn Renaud accepted by her brothers and welcomed by her family. She doesn't trust him and she's going to make sure that she keeps her eye on him at all times. As she makes her own plans Renaud also makes his, but neither can help the fact that they continually find themselves defending each other in battle. Before long they come to realize their goal is mutual, and that working together for the good of their cause may be the only way to flesh out a murderer, and a traitor in their midst.Marsha Canham will send an arrow straight through your heart and send this book straight for the keeper shelf! Ms. Canham can weave a tale of adventure that is all too rarely seen between the pages of a book! The Last Arrow, aims for the heart and Ms. Canham doesn't miss!Pamela James -- Copyright © 1994-97 Literary Times, Inc. All rights reserved


Book Description
The Last ArrowThe Prince of DarknessShe caught him trespassing on her family's lands, the sensuous and mysterious knight who had come to Normandy to challenge her brother, Robin, in the tournament at Chateau Gaillard. Brenna Wardieu's well-honed instincts warned her that Griffyn Renaud was no ordinary mercenary. When she discovered he was the invincible Prince of Darkness, undefeated champion in three lands, she feared he has been hired to do more than just defeat Robin in the lists.The Fires of PassionShe was Lady Brenna Wardieu, daughter of the legendary Black Wolf, and from the moment Griffyn found himself at the mercy of the magnificent lady archer, he suspected he had met his match. And when she offered him her body in exchange for her brother's life, it proved to be the instrument of his own defeat, for the passion he discovered in her arms threatened to shatter not only the armor surrounding his heart, but the peace of two kingdoms.


From the Publisher
"Canham at her best...No one tells a swashbuckling tale like she does. The pages snap with witty dialogue and rich, detailed description."
--Affaire de Coeur"[A] Tempestuous, adventurous and rip-roaring high seas adventure...Marsha Canham ensures herself a place as queen of romantic adventure."
--Romantic TimesStraight for the Heart"Straight for the Heart goes straight to the reader's heart with its winning combination of an absorbing romance and fascinating characters. Marsha Canham has another winner with this dazzling novel that readers will savor."
--Romantic Times "Canham deals out plenty of surprising twists."
--BooklistIn the Shadow of Midnight"Definitely one of the best novels of the year...Marsha Canham has written a fast-paced, action-packed medieval romance."
--Affaire de Coeur"Ms. Canham skillfully blends a great deal of historical detail into this scintillating tale of brave men fighting for justice and the women who share their dreams."
--Romantic Times


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The Last Arrow

The Prince of Darkness

She caught him trespassing on her family's lands, the sensuous and mysterious knight who had come to Normandy to challenge her brother, Robin, in the tournament at Chateau Gaillard.  Brenna Wardieu's well-honed instincts warned her that Griffyn Renaud was no ordinary mercenary.  When she discovered he was the invincible Prince of Darkness, undefeated champion in three lands, she feared he has been hired to do more than just defeat Robin in the lists.

The Fires of Passion

She was Lady Brenna Wardieu, daughter of the legendary Black Wolf, and from the moment Griffyn found himself at the mercy of the magnificent lady archer, he suspected he had met his match.  And when she offered him her body in exchange for her brother's life, it proved to be the instrument of his own defeat, for the passion he discovered in her arms threatened to shatter not only the armor surrounding his heart, but the peace of two kingdoms.


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Brenna split off and ran in the direction of the river.  She guessed, by the quivering oval patches of pewter gray that broke through the uppermost layer of tree branches, there was perhaps an hour or two of daylight left in the outer world.  The inner world of the forest would have far less, but she was not worried.  Having seen the gully, she knew where she was, knew the location of the river, knew where to intersect the hidden tract the villagers of Amboise used when they wanted to take their wares to Blois without paying a toll.  She also knew of a place on the river where great fat salmon swam into the shallow pools to feed in the quiet water.  If she could skewer a plump, succulent salmon, she knew it would win a resounding round of praise from her father.  He particularly loved the fish poached in wine, smothered in onions and thyme, washed down with a flagon of his prized pierrefitte.

There was no need to exercise more caution than she normally would in the greenwood.  No need to play the fool either, and for that she kept her ears tuned to the sound of the wind in the upper boughs, the angry squabbling of squirrels and hare in the knee-deep ferns, the chatter of birds overhead who, like old women on a fence, stopped their gossiping long enough to mark Brenna's passage, then resumed their bickering as if nothing had interrupted.  Gil had taught her the forest was full of alarms if one took the time to become familiar with them.  The crunch of a leaf, the snap of a twig, the sound of furry feet scrambling away were all indications of an unexpected presence.

She ran with an easy, loping gait, her bow slung over her shoulders and the long cable of her braid thumping between her shoulders on each step.  Her breath was starting to take on a ghostly quality in the cooling air and the fine hairs that had sprung free around her neck and temples were curling against the thin sheen of moisture that slicked her skin.

She had no desire to work up another chilling sweat, and while she loped along, she unfastened the laces of her leather jerkin, letting the sides hang open so the air passed freely through the looser weave of her shirt.  Force of habit made her glide to a halt every few hundred yards to listen to the forest.  Once she thought she heard the echo of a church bell, a tiny, tinny sound far off in the distance.  There was a monastery farther up the river, and the monks were meticulous if not downright fanatical about gathering their flock to prayer. It was likely the vespers bell, which would be bringing the mendicants off the herds and out of the gardens after a hard day's work.

Another familiar sound brought her head tilting to one side.  She was within bowshot of the river, two hundred yards more or less, and could not only hear the chatter of the water passing over the rocky shoreline, she could smell the deeper, damper musk in the air.

Moving slower now, stealthier through the tangle of saplings and gorse, Brenna listened for any alarms her presence might make.  Deer, hare, and other small creatures would be sidling down to the embankment for their evening drinks.  If she startled them off too suddenly, any fish in the pools would heed the warning and swim into the middle of the river.  In her favor, it was also the time of day when colonies of blackbirds and swallows were resuming to their rookeries in the forest, and they were making enough noise to cover anything short of a shout.

Another hundred yards and she could see the River Loire through the thinning trees.  It moved leisurely toward the sea, a hundred fifty miles to the west, like a wide ribbon of molten silver.  The tops of the trees on the opposite bank were burnished bronze by the settling sun, and high above, the purpled bellies of wind-dragged clouds wore crowns of pink and gold and amber.  Dusk would not be far behind, all grays and blues and darkest blacks.

Creeping closer to the bank, she used a fallen tree to cloak her movements as she emerged from the edge of the forest and slipped down onto the wide, shingled shoreline.  The bank here was flat, not very wide--there were perhaps ten feet between the ledge of jutting roots and the silky rush of water.  This particular pool was tucked into an elbow of rocks, shadowed by the huge oaks and pines that crowded the shore, the trapped water so still and dark it looked like spilled ink.  And whether it was because the closeness of the trees had exaggerated every squeak and snap, or because she simply felt overly exposed standing under an open sky after so many hours of moving from shadow to shadow, the sudden unearthly silence brought her to a frozen standstill.

A cool shiver rippled down her spine as she recalled a story once told of a pool in England, cursed for a thousand years to languish in utter silence despite being in the heart of a greenwood teeming with creatures of every size and description.

But that was England and this was France and she certainly did not believe in faeries or magic spells.  She believed in what she saw, and in this case it was only the shadows pressed hard against the water, black on black.  It was likely the rocks and few sparse trees on the narrow promontory that were buffering the sounds from the wind and the water beyond.  As for curses and ill-fated lovers...

Brenna squeezed her eyes tightly shut and opened them again quickly but this was no trick of the failing light.  It was not an elf and certainly not a tragic prince agonizing over a lost love.  It was a half-naked satyr bent down on one knee by the waters edge, a gleaming, bejeweled dagger clutched in his right hand, raised to strike.

FROM THE PUBLISHER

The Last Arrow

The Prince of Darkness

She caught him trespassing on her family's lands, the sensuous and mysterious knight who had come to Normandy to challenge her brother, Robin, in the tournament at Chateau Gaillard. Brenna Wardieu's well-honed instincts warned her that Griffyn Renaud was no ordinary mercenary. When she discovered he was the invincible Prince of Darkness, undefeated champion in three lands, she feared he has been hired to do more than just defeat Robin in the lists.

The Fires of Passion

She was Lady Brenna Wardieu, daughter of the legendary Black Wolf, and from the moment Griffyn found himself at the mercy of the magnificent lady archer, he suspected he had met his match. And when she offered him her body in exchange for her brother's life, it proved to be the instrument of his own defeat, for the passion he discovered in her arms threatened to shatter not only the armor surrounding his heart, but the peace of two kingdoms.

FROM THE CRITICS

Publishers Weekly - Cahners\\Publishers_Weekly

Medieval history intertwines with legend as award-winning romance author Canham resumes her retelling and reinvention of the Robin Hood story, begun in Through a Dark Mist and In the Shadow of Midnight. This latest outing takes up the tale of Robin's tomboy sister, Brenna, a fiery archer who is astonished to find herself falling for a mysterious and possibly dangerous stranger who calls himself Griffyn. From their home in France, Robin, Brenna and assorted brothers and associates must travel first to a tournament and then to England, where they face down the Sheriff of Nottingham to rescue Friar Tuck and ensure the safety of Robin's beloved, Marienne, as well as a "lost" princess. At every step, Griffyn provides Brenna and Robin with surprises, not all of them welcome. The book's first half is weighed down by excessive background information, much of it awkwardly related in dialogue. Nevertheless, rousing action, a strong sense of medieval life, a satisfying love story and intriguing spins on historical events as well as the familiar Robin Hood characters should bring readers back for more. Part of Dell's Four of Hearts promotion.

Publishers Weekly

Medieval history intertwines with legend as award-winning romance author Canham resumes her retelling and reinvention of the Robin Hood story, begun in Through a Dark Mist and In the Shadow of Midnight. This latest outing takes up the tale of Robin's tomboy sister, Brenna, a fiery archer who is astonished to find herself falling for a mysterious and possibly dangerous stranger who calls himself Griffyn. From their home in France, Robin, Brenna and assorted brothers and associates must travel first to a tournament and then to England, where they face down the Sheriff of Nottingham to rescue Friar Tuck and ensure the safety of Robin's beloved, Marienne, as well as a "lost" princess. At every step, Griffyn provides Brenna and Robin with surprises, not all of them welcome. The book's first half is weighed down by excessive background information, much of it awkwardly related in dialogue. Nevertheless, rousing action, a strong sense of medieval life, a satisfying love story and intriguing spins on historical events as well as the familiar Robin Hood characters should bring readers back for more. Part of Dell's Four of Hearts promotion. (May)

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