Like his father before him, Robert Fallon finds his destiny is also twisted around a double-edged fate, which will mark him for life--the unbearable attraction of forbidden love and the seductive call of war.
As Captain of the Osprey, he has sailed the globe to avoid the woman he should not desire. But the rumblings of war are once again echoing across a struggling young nation and Robert must return to South Carolina.
Waiting for him is the War of 1812. The British are attempting to reclaim the Colonies and the White House is in flames. From the ravines of Bladensburg to the bayous of New Orleans, Robert fights alongside the likes of Andrew Jackson and Jean Lafitte with a passion born of his Fallon blood--and a Fallon pride that will not let him fail.
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Because the name Robert Jordan sells books (as with the recent bestseller A Crown of Thorns), the publisher has chosen to attribute this novel to "Robert Jordan writing as Reagan O'Neal." Robert Jordan is a pseudonym as well, however. The author's real name is James Oliver Rigney Jr., and, in 1981, before he ever wrote as Robert Jordan, he penned this vigorous, bodice-ripping historical as the second novel of a trilogy (begun with The Fallon Blood, 1980, reprinted in hardcover in 1995). The narrative here bursts with information about the sea ("Occasionally a lateen-rigged polacca or xebec slowly circled the brig, swarthy crew staring unblinkingly") and the state of political affairs at the dawn of the 19th century. Madison, Burr, Monroe, Jefferson and even Davy Crockett are all thrown into this complex tale of Captain Robert Fallon--merchant, patriot and lover par excellence. Fallon is the sworn enemy of two evil and powerful men, Justin Fourrier and a pirate named Murad Reis, who try, with little luck, to hunt Fallon down as he sails around the world. A dose of incest is also tossed into the convoluted plot as Fallon and his half-sister, Catherine, fall into each other's arms. This is old-fashioned entertainment--that is, typical of the genre in the early 1980s--in which good and evil are as clear as the water is blue and subtlety is an unknown entity. Jordan dashes it off with energy, and it's easy to discern here the seeds of the popular fantasy novels to come.