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At a time when the divide between the rich and poor is at its most extreme, and a nation is tearing itself apart, a young man and woman fight to avenge all they have lost.
Soon Arno and lise are drawn into the centuries-old battle between the Assassins and the Templars a world with dangers more deadly than they could ever have imagined.
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D ARK C ORNERS
He had a thin face framed by a spill of almost pure white hair, looking like a dandyish but down-at-the-heel doctor in his long black cape and tall shabby hat, the ruff of a shirt spilling over his collar.
He carried a doctors bag that he placed to the ground and opened with one hand, all without taking his eyes off us as he took something from it, something long and curved.
Then he smiled and drew the dagger from its sheath, and it gleamed wickedly in the dark.
Stay close, lise, whispered Mother. Everythings going to be all right.
I believed her because I was an eight-year-old girl and of course I believed my mother. But also because having seen her with the wolf, I had good reason to believe her.
Even so, fear nibbled at my insides.
What is your business, monsieur? she called levelly.
He made no answer.
Very well. Then we shall return to where we came from, said Mother loudly, taking my hand and about to depart.
At the alley entrance a shadow flickered and a second figure appeared in the orange glow of the lantern. It was a lamplighter; we could tell by the pole he carried. Even so, Mother stopped.
Monsieur, she called to the lamplighter cautiously, I wonder if I might ask you to call off this gentleman bothering us?
The lamplighter said nothing, going instead to where the lamp burned and raising his pole. Mama started, Monsieur... and I wondered why the man would be trying to light a lamp that was already lit and realized too late that the pole had a hook on the endthe hook that they used for dousing the flame of the candle inside.
Monsieur...
The entrance was plunged into darkness.
Ace titles by Oliver Bowden
ASSASSINS CREED: RENAISSAN CE
ASSASSINS CREED: BROTHERHOOD
ASSASSIN S CREED: THE SECRET CRUSADE
ASSASSINS CREED: REV ELATIONS
ASSASSINS CREED: FORSAKEN
ASSASSINS CR EED: BLACK FLAG
ASSAS SINS CREED: UNITY
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12 S EPTEMBER 1794
On my desk lies her journal, open to the first page. It was all I could read before a flood tide of emotion took my breath away and the text before me was splintered by the diamonds in my eyes. Tears had coursed down my cheeks as thoughts of her returned to me: the impish child, racing through the hallways of the great Palace of Versailles; the firebrand I came to know and love in adulthood, tresses of red hair across her shoulders, eyes intense beneath dark and lustrous lashes. She had the balance of the expert dancer and the master swordsman. She was as comfortable gliding across the floor of the palace beneath the desirous eye of every man in the room as she was in combat.
But behind those eyes lay secrets. Secrets I was about to discover. I pick up her journal once again, wanting to place my palm and fingertips to the page, caress the words, feeling that on this page lies part of her very soul.
I begin to read.
9 A PRIL 1778
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My name is lise de la Serre. My father is Franois, my mother Julie, and we live in Versailles: glittering, beautiful Versailles, where neat buildings and grand chteaus reside in the shadow of the great palace, with its lime-tree avenues, its shimmering lakes and fountains, its exquisitely tended topiary.
We are nobles. The lucky ones. The privileged. For proof we need only take the fifteen-mile road into Paris. It is a road lit by overhanging oil lamps, because in Versailles we use oil lamps, but in Paris the poor use tallow candles, and the smoke from the tallow factories hangs over the city like a death shroud, dirtying the skin and choking the lungs. Dressed in rags, their backs hunched either with the weight of their physical burden or of mental sorrow, the poor people of Paris creep through streets that never seem to get light. The streets stream with open sewers, where mud and human effluent flow freely, coating the legs of those who carry our sedan chairs as we pass through, staring wide-eyed out the windows.
Later we take gilded carriages back to Versailles and pass figures in the fields, shrouded in mist like ghosts. These barefooted peasants tend noble land and starve if the crop is bad, virtual slaves of the landowners. At home I listen to my parents tales of how they must stay awake to swish sticks at frogs whose croaking keeps landowners awake; how they must eat grass to stay alive; how the nobles are exempt from paying taxes, excused from military service and spared the indignity of the corve, a days unpaid labor working on the roads.
My parents say Queen Marie Antoinette roams the hallways, ballrooms and vestibules of the palace dreaming up new ways to spend her dress allowance while her husband King Louis XVI lounges on his lit de justice, passing laws that enrich the lives of nobles at the expense of the poor and starving. They talk darkly of how these actions might foment revolution.
My father had certain associates. His advisers, Messieurs Chretien Lafrenire, Charles Gabriel Sivert, and Madame Levesque. The Crows, I called them, with their long black coats, dark felt hats and eyes that never smiled.
Have we not learned the lessons of the Croquants? says my mother.
Mother had told me about the Croquants, of course. Those peasant revolutionaries of two centuries ago.
It would appear not, Julie, Father replies.
There is an expression to describe the moment you suddenly understand something that had previously been a mystery to you. It is the moment when the penny drops.
As a small child, it never occurred to me to wonder why I learned history, not etiquette, manners and poise; I didnt question why Mother joined Father and the Crows after dinner, her voice raised in disagreement to debate with as much force as they ever did; I never wondered why she didnt ride sidesaddle, nor why she never needed a groom to steady her mount, and I never wondered why she had so little time for fashion or court gossip. Not once did I think to ask why my mother was not like other mothers.
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