HarperPerennialCanada-HarperCollinsPublishers

March 2,1800—Tuileries Palace, Paris. "Josephine . . . Come see the moon." I woke with a start. A man was nudging my shoulder, his face illuminated by candlelight. "Bonaparte, Wsyou," I said, clasping his hand. I'd been dreaming of home, of my beautiful Martinico, dreaming of the sea. But I...