Whispers from the Shadows

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HARVEST HOUSE PUBLISHERS
EUGENE, OREGON

Books in The Culper Ring Series

BY
R
OSEANNA
M. W
HITE

B
OOK
1
—Ring of Secrets

To Watch Book Trailer
http://bit.ly/RingofSecrets

Fairchild's Lady

(free e-novella)

B
OOK
2
—Whispers from the Shadows

A Hero's Promise

(free e-novella)

B
OOK
3
—Circle of Spies

Scripture quotations are from the King James Version of the Bible.

Cover by Garborg Design Works, Savage, Minnesota

Cover photos © 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,
www.banneroftruth.org
.

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 © 2013 by Roseanna M. White

Published by Harvest House Publishers

Eugene, Oregon 97402

www.harvesthousepublishers.com

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

White, Roseanna M.

Whispers from the shadows / Roseanna M. White.

pages cm.—(Culper Ring series ; book 2)

ISBN 978-0-7369-5101-2 (pbk.)

ISBN 978-0-7369-5102-9 (eBook)

1. Women spies—Fiction. 2. United States—History—War of 1812—Fiction. 3. Maryland—History—War of 1812—Fiction. I. Title.

PS3623.H578785W48 2013

813'.6—dc23

2013000624

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To my sister, Jennifer.

Whenever I write a heroine with a knack for art—or a hero more than a foot taller than said heroine—I 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.

Contents

Books in The Culper Ring Series

Acknowledgments

The Chesapeake Bay Region Map

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Epilogue

Discussion Questions

Author's Note

About the Author

Ring of Secrets

Acknowledgments

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, Xoë 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 head—the 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 group—I 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 friend—I 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 light…See then that ye walk circumspectly, not as fools, but as wise, redeeming the time, because the days are evil.

E
PHESIANS
5:8,15-16

“We have the greatest opportunity the world has ever seen, as long as we remain honest—which 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.”

T
HOMAS
J
EFFERSON

The Chesapeake Bay Region Map

One

London, England

April 1814

T
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
Scribe
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?

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