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Zusatztext “America’s favorite writer.”— The New Yorker “Roberts’ crisp writing! earthy humor! and vivid characterizations combine to make this a compelling read.”— Publishers Weekly “Irresistible… Characters! plot! and setting all come together superbly.”— Booklist (starred review) Informationen zum Autor Nora Roberts Klappentext #1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts opens the door to one woman's search for truth and passion in the first Key Trilogy novel. Malory Price's life plan has hit a snag. She's in danger of losing her job managing an art gallery in Pleasant Valley, Pennsylvania. A welcome distraction comes in the form of an invitation to a cocktail party at Warrior's Peak, an infamous estate overlooking the town. But no one else she knows has been invited… There are only two other guests: Dana Steele, a librarian, and Zoe McCourt, a single mother. On the surface, it seems the women have nothing in common, until their mysterious hosts tell them a story-and offer them a challenge. Legend has it that the souls of three demigoddesses-one an artist, one a bard, and one a warrior-have been locked in a box that has three keys. Now it's up to Malory and the others to find the keys. Their reward: a million dollars each. It all seems too bizarre to be true. But none of them can ignore the financial windfall they stand to gain. And now Malory-with her soul of an artist and eye for beauty-must find her key first. She soon discovers that whatever locked the souls away is dark, powerful, and greedy…and it doesn't want the women to win. Don't miss the other books in the Key Trilogy Key of Knowledge Key of Valor Leseprobe One The storm ripped over the mountains, gushing torrents of rain that struck the ground with the sharp ring of metal on stone. Lightning strikes spat down, angry artillery fire that slammed against the cannon roar of thunder. There was a gleeful kind of mean in the air, a sizzle of temper and spite that boiled with power. It suited Malory Price's mood perfectly. Hadn't she asked herself what else could go wrong? Now in answer to that weary, and completely rhetorical, question, nature-in all her maternal wrath-was showing her just how bad things could get. There was an ominous rattling somewhere in the dash of her sweet little Mazda, and she still had nineteen payments to go on it. In order to make those payments, she had to keep her job. She hated her job. That wasn't part of the Malory Price Life Plan, which she had begun to outline at the age of eight. Twenty years later, that outline had become a detailed and organized checklist, complete with headings, subheadings, and cross-references. She revised it meticulously on the first day of each year. She was supposed to love her job. It said so, quite clearly, under the heading of career. She'd worked at The Gallery for seven years, the last three of those as manager, which was right on schedule. And she had loved it-being surrounded by art, having an almost free hand in the displaying, the acquiring, the promotion, and the setup for showings and events. The fact was, she'd begun to think of The Gallery as hers, and knew full well that the rest of the staff, the clients, the artists and craftsmen felt very much the same. James P. Horace might have owned the smart little gallery, but he never questioned Malory's decisions, and on his increasingly rare visits he complimented her, always, on the acquisitions, the ambience, the sales. It had been perfect, which was exactly what Malory intended her life to be. After all, if it wasn't perfect, what was the point? Everything had changed when James ditched fifty-three years of comfo...
