Key of Knowledge

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You are the Key. The lock awaits. Librarian Dana Steele has always considered herself to be an enlightened woman but her recent experiences at Warrior's Peak have required much more of her than just an open-mind. Along with Malory Price and Zoe McCourt she has had to take a huge leap of faith and believe in the ancient mythic story she has been told. It is a tale of a young Celtic god who fell for a human girl and of their three daughters, demi-goddesses all, who were cast into an eternal sleep, their mortal souls placed under lock and key. And in each generation three are chosen who have the power to release them - if they dare accept a challenge that could promise them great riches but also grave danger And now it is Dana's turn. Three women. Three keys to find. If one fails, they all lose. If they all succeed - money, power and a new destiny awaits. It will take more than intellect, more than determination. They will have to open their hearts, their minds, and believe that everything and anything is possible.

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One Dana Steele considered herself a flexible, open-minded woman, with no less than her fair share of patience, tolerance, and humor. A number of people might have disagreed with this self-portrait. But what did they know? In one month's time, her life had, through no fault of her own, taken a sharp turn off its course and into territory so strange and uncharted she couldn't explain the route or the reason even to herself. But wasn't she going with the flow? She'd taken it on the chin when Joan, the malicious library director, had promoted her own niece by marriage over other, more qualified, more dependable, more astute, and certainly more attractive candidates. She'd sucked it up, hadn't she, and done her job? And when that completely undeserved promotion had caused a squeeze resulting in a certain more qualified employee's hours and paycheck being cut to the bone, had she pummeled the despicable Joan and the incessantly pert Sandi to bloody pulps? No, she had not. Which in Dana's mind illustrated her exquisite restraint. When her greedy bloodsucker of a landlord raised her rent to coincide with her pay cut, had she clamped her hands around his scrawny neck and squeezed until his beady eyes popped? Again, she had demonstrated control of heroic proportions. Those virtues might've been their own reward, but Dana enjoyed more tangible benefits. Whoever had come up with that business about a door opening when a window closes hadn't known much about Celtic gods. Dana's door hadn't opened. It had been blown clean off its hinges. Even with all she'd seen and done, with all she'd been a part of over the last four weeks, it was hard to believe that she was now stretched out in the backseat of her brother's car, once again heading up the steep, winding road to the great stone house of Warrior's Peak. And what waited for her there. It wasn't storming, as it had been on her first trip to the Peak after receiving that intriguing invitation for "cocktails and conversation" from Rowena and Pitte-an invitation that had gone out to only two other women. And she wasn't alone. And this time, she thought, she knew exactly what she was in for. Idly, she opened the notebook she'd brought along and read the summary she'd written of the story she'd heard on her first visit to Warrior's Peak. The young Celtic god who would be king falls for a human girl during his traditional sojourn in the mortal dimension. (Which I relate to spring break.) Young stud's parents indulge him, break the rules and allow him to bring the maid behind what's called either Curtain of Dreams or Curtain of Power, and into the realm of the gods. This is cool with some of the gods, but pisses others off. War, strife, politics, intrigue follow. Young god becomes king, makes human wife queen. They have three daughters. Each daughter-demigoddess-has a specific talent or gift. One is art, or beauty; the second is knowledge, or truth; the third is courage, or valor. Sisters are close and happy and grow to young womanhood, tra-la-la, under the watchful eye of the female teacher and the male warrior guardian given the task by god-king. Teacher and warrior fall in love, which blinds the eye enough that it isn't kept sharp on the daughters. Meanwhile, bad guys are plotting away. They don't take to human or half-human types in their rarefied world, especially in positions of power. Dark forces go to work. A particularly evil-minded sorcerer (probably related to Library Joan) takes charge. A spell is cast on the daughters while teacher and warrior are starry-eyed. The daughters' souls are stolen, locked in a glass box, known as the Box of Souls, which can only be opened by three keys turned by human hands. Although the gods know where to find the keys, none of them can break the spell or free the souls. Teacher and warrior are cast out, sent through the Curtain of Dreams into the mortal world. There, in each generation, three human women are born who have the means to find the keys and end the curse. Teacher and warrior must find the women, and these women must be given the choice of accepting the quest or rejecting it. Each, in turn, has one moon phase to find a key. If the first fails, game over. And not without penalty-each would lose an undisclosed year of her life. If she succeeds, the second woman takes up the quest, and so on. An annoyingly cryptic clue-the only help teacher and warrior are allowed to give the three lucky women-is revealed at the start of the four-week cycle. If the quest is completed, the Box of Souls will be opened and the Daughters of Glass freed. And the three women will each be awarded a cool one million dollars. A pretty story, Dana mused, until you understood it wasn't a story, but fact. Until you understood you were one of the three women who had the means to unlock the Box of Souls. Then it just got weird. Add in some dark, powerful sorcerer god named Kane who really wanted you to fail and could make you see things that weren't there-and not see things that were-and the whole business took on a real edge. But there were good parts too. That first night she'd met two women who had turned out to be really interesting people, and soon she felt as though she'd known them all her life. Well enough, Dana reminded herself, that the three of them were going into business together. And one of them had turned out to be the love of her brother's life. Malory Price, the organized soul with the artist's heart, not only had outwitted a sorcerer with a few thousand years under his belt but had found the key, opened the lock, and bagged the guy. All in less than four weeks. It was going to be hard for Dana and their pal Zoe to top that one. Then again, Dana reminded herself, she and Zoe didn't have the distraction of romance to clog the works. And she didn't have a kid to worry about, as Zoe did. Nope, Dana Steele was footloose and fancy-free, with nothing to pull her focus away from the prize. If she was next at bat, Kane had better set for the long ball. Not that she had anything against romance, she mused, letting the notebook close as she watched the blaze and blur of trees through the window. She liked men. Well, most men. She'd even been in love with one, a million years ago. Of course, that had been a result of youthful stupidity. She was much wiser now. Jordan Hawke might have come back to Pleasant Valley, temporarily, a few weeks ago, and he might have wheedled his way into being part of the quest. But he wasn't a part of Dana's world any longer. In her world he didn't exist. Except when he was writhing in pain and agony from some horrible freak accident or a debilitating and disfiguring illness. It was too bad that her brother, Flynn, had the bad taste to be his friend. But she could forgive Flynn for it, and even give him points for loyalty, since he and Jordan and Bradley Vane had been pals since childhood. And somehow or other, both Jordan and Brad were connected to the quest. It was something she would have to tolerate for the duration. She shifted as Flynn turned to drive through the open iron gates, angled her head so that she could look up at one of the two stone warriors that guarded the entrance to the house. Big, handsome, and dangerous, Dana thought. She'd always liked men who were-even if they were sculptures. She scooted up, but kept the long length of her legs on the seat-the only way for her to ride comfortably in the back of the car. She was a tall woman with an amazon's build that would've suited that stone warrior. She combed her fingers through her long swing of brown hair. Since Zoe, the currently unemployed hairdresser and Dana's new best friend, had styled it and added highlights, it fell into that casual bell shape with little or no help from Dana. It saved her time in the morning, which she appreciated, as morning wasn't her best time of day. And the cut was flattering, which suited her vanity. Her eyes, a deep, dark brown, locked on the elegant sprawl of black stone that was the house at Warrior's Peak. Part castle, part fortress, part fantasy, it spread over the rise, speared up into a sky as clear as black glass. Lights shimmered against its many windows, and still, Dana imagined, there were so many secrets in the shadows. She'd lived in the valley below for all the twenty-seven years of her life. And for all of them, the Peak had been a fascination. Its shape and shadow on the rise above her pretty little town had always struck her as something out of a faerie tale-and not the tidied-up, bloodless versions either. She'd often wondered what it would be like to live there, to wander through all the rooms, to walk out on the parapet or gaze down from a tower. To live so high, in such magnificent solitude, with the majesty of the hills all around and the charm of the woods only steps beyond the door. She stirred herself now, shifting around so her head was between Flynn's and Malory's. They were so damn cute together, she thought. Flynn with his deceptively easygoing nature, Malory with her need for order. Flynn with his lazy green eyes, Malory with her bright, bold blue ones. There was Mal, with her stylish coordinated outfits, and Flynn, who was lucky if he could put his hands on a pair of matching socks. Yes, Dana decided, they were perfect for each other. She thought of Malory as her sister now, through circumstance and fate. And really, wasn't that how Flynn had become her brother all those years ago when her father and his mother had married and merged families? When her dad had gotten sick, she'd leaned hard on Flynn. She supposed they'd leaned hard on each other more than once. When the doctors had recommended that her father move to a warmer climate, when Flynn's mother had shoved the responsibility of running the Valley Dispatch into Flynn's hands and he'd found himself the publisher of a small-town paper instead of living his dream of honing his reporting skills in New York. When the boy she'd loved had left her. When the woman he'd intended to marry had left him. Yeah, they'd had each other-through thick and thin. And now, in their own ways, they each had Malory. It was a nice way to round things out. "Well." Dana laid her hands on their shoulders. "Here we go again." Malory turned, gave Dana a quick smile. "Nervous?" "Not so much." "It's either you or Zoe tonight. Do you want to be picked?" Ignoring the little flutter in her stomach, Dana shrugged. "I just want to get going on it. I don't know why we have to go through all this ceremony. We already know what the deal is." "Hey, free food," Flynn reminded her. "There is that. Wonder if Zoe's here yet. We can dive into whatever our hosts, Rowena and Pitte, picked up in the land of milk and honey, then get this show on the road." She climbed out the minute Flynn stopped the car, then Dana stood with her hands on her hips, studying the house while the ancient man with a shock of white hair hurried up to take the keys. "Maybe you're not nervous." Malory came to stand beside her, linked arms. "But I am." "Why? You dunked your shot." "It's still up to all of us." She looked up at the white flag with its key emblem that flew atop the tower. "Just think positive." Dana drew in a long breath. "Ready?" "If you are." Malory held out a hand for Flynn's. They walked toward the huge entrance doors, which swung open at their approach. Rowena stood in the flood of light, her hair a firestorm falling over the bodice of a sapphire velvet dress. Her lips were curved in welcome, her exotic green eyes bright with it. Gems sparkled at her ears, her wrists, her fingers. On a long braided chain that hung nearly to her waist was a crystal as clear as water and as fat as a baby's fist. "Welcome." Her voice was low and musical and seemed to hold hints of forests and caves where faeries might dwell. "I'm so pleased to see you." She held out her hands to Malory, then leaned forward and kissed both of her cheeks in turn. "You look wonderful, and well." "So do you, always." With a light laugh, Rowena reached for Dana's hand. "And you. Mmm, what a wonderful jacket." She skimmed her fingers along the sleeve of the butter-soft leather. But even as she spoke, she was looking beyond them and out the door. "You didn't bring Moe?" "It didn't seem like quite the occasion for a big, clumsy dog," Flynn told her. "It's always the occasion for Moe." Rowena rose on her toes to peck Flynn's cheek. "You must promise to bring him next time." She slid her arm through Flynn's. "Come, we'll be comfortable in the parlor." They crossed the great hall with its mosaic floor, moved through the wide arch to the spacious room glowing from the flames in the massive hearth and the light of dozens of white candles. Pitte stood at the mantel, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. The warrior at the gate, Dana thought. He was tall, dark, dangerously handsome, with a muscular and ready build that his elegant black suit couldn't disguise. It was easy to imagine him wearing light armor and carrying a sword. Or sitting astride a huge black horse and wearing a cape that billowed at the gallop. He gave a slight and courtly bow as they entered. Dana started to speak, then a movement caught the corner of her eye. The friendly smile vanished from her face, her brows beetled, and her eyes flashed pure annoyance. "What's he doing here?" "He," Jordan said dryly as he lifted a glass, "was invited." "Of course." Smoothly, Rowena pressed a flute of champagne into Dana's hand. "Pitte and I are delighted to have all of you here tonight. Please, be at home. Malory, you must tell me how plans are progressing on your gallery." With another flute of champagne and a gentle nudge, Rowena had Malory moving toward a chair. After one look at his sister's face, Flynn chose the better part of valor and followed them. Excerpted from Key of Knowledge by Nora Roberts All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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Library Journal Review

Although Key of Light (see Audio Reviews, LJ 4/1/04) effectively set up these two subsequent romances, Roberts completed the trilogy without losing the suspense. Knowledge is Dana's story: the librarian-cum- bookstore owner is determined to cling to the misery of her failed romance with author Jordan Hawke, but it is he who holds the key to her heart. Valor is Zoe's mission: she will protect her son at all costs, but after that she is willing to risk almost anything to save the Daughters of Glass. But both Dana and Zoe must offer up their hearts in order to free their souls. Susan Ericksen only improves as a narrator; she is as comfortable with Zoe's Southern charm that masks a will of iron as she is with Dana's prickly nature. All of Roberts's heroes have their flaws, but under Ericksen's guidance they are very appealing. Public libraries would want these even if Roberts weren't a powerhouse.-Jodi L. Israel, MLS, Jamaica Plain, MA (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Publishers Weekly Review

Following hot on the heels of the first installment in Roberts's Key trilogy, this second book (following Key of Light) continues the story of three contemporary female friends chosen to free the souls of ancient demigoddesses called the Daughters of Glass. This time, the heroine is Dana Steele, a librarian who is sure that the key she's seeking lies in a book. As she begins her search, Dana renovates Indulgence, the gallery-cum-salon-cum-bookstore she is opening with her friends Malory Price and Zoe McCourt. She also spends sometimes passionate, sometimes vexing time with Jordan Hawke, the thriller writer who broke her heart years earlier when he abandoned her and their small Pennsylvania town of Pleasant Valley to seek fame in New York. Dana slowly realizes that the love they once felt for each other has not died-and that Jordan's writing is inextricably entwined with her supernatural quest. In the end, Jordan must join with Dana to fight the spells of the sorcerer Kane and fulfill the terms of her quest. Despite lots of special effects, Kane isn't powerful enough to create much suspense, and Dana is a surprisingly inefficient detective for one so bright. But Roberts's zesty characterizations and fresh, energetic style succeed in drawing readers into this far-fetched tale. (Dec.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

School Library Journal Review

Adult/High School-Roberts treats readers to entertaining tales that revolve around a quest to free the trapped souls of three Celtic demigoddesses. Legend states that they must be freed by three mortal women. Thus, three women get an invitation for cocktails and conversation that reads in part, "you are the key, the lock awaits." They are three very different people with different talents and strengths but, ultimately, strong wills and a determination to succeed unite them. Though the women frequently appear in one another's story, each book centers on one of them. In the first book, Light, the scene is set as readers meet the key players. The book then focuses on Malory, whose strength is an eye for beauty. In Knowledge, Dana's passion for books is a vital part of her story. In Valor, Zoe completes the quest and finds her special key. Readers are never really in any doubt that the women will be successful but that doesn't matter. How and where their key is found and how they get to know themselves better in the process make for entertaining reading. Fantasy aficionados who also enjoy a good love story will no doubt be the prime audience for these books.-Peggy Bercher, Fairfax County Public Library, VA (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Booklist Review

A mysterious invitation brings three strangers--gallery manager Malory Price, librarian Dana Steele, and hairdresser Zoe McCourt--to Warrior's Peak, a castlelike estate outside of Pleasant Valley, Pennsylvania, where their elegantly enigmatic hosts, Rowena and Pitte, offer the opportunity to participate in an unusual quest. Malory, Dana, and Zoe will each have 28 days to find one of the keys to a mystical box, which holds the trapped souls of three sister Celtic demigoddesses imprisoned by a jealous sorcerer. Key of Knowledge, the second book, following Key of Light, in Roberts' irresistible new trilogy, centers on Dana, whose search leads her to author Jordan Hawke, but their prior romantic history complicates things when the two of them are forced into working together to locate the next key. Roberts, the ultimate romance writer, has once again created a triptych that has all the sexy chemistry, sharp wit, and bliss-inducing pacing that her readers desire. --John Charles Copyright 2003 Booklist