Unknowingly bait to one of Portia’s schemes, Lady Julia Grey decides to accompany her to Yorkshire, where Mr. Nicolas Brisbane is living at Grimsgrave Hall, his new estate. Portia will be assisting with the refurbishing, and Julia is determined to settle things between herself and Brisbane. With their brother Valerius in tow for propriety’s sake, the three Marches are shocked upon their arrival to find cold and muddy moors and a once fine estate in shambles. What’s more is the Hall comes with the remnants of the proud Allenby family, who have owned the estate for centuries, and have now been reduced to almost nothing. Still, they have plenty to hide, and a recent death in the family and their resulting poverty gives Julia an excuse to begin an investigation. When she discovers that Brisbane seems to be much more than a new master to the Allenbys, Julia’s time at Grimsgrave Hall unexpectedly becomes an exercise in getting-to-know-Brisbane, which of course prolongs her stay indefinitely.
Unlike the previous two books, Silent on the Moor centers around the mystery that is Brisbane rather than a freshly dead body – but I, myself, wasn’t complaining. This series has equally been about the two leads as it’s been about the mysteries. That said, reading it was like riding an emotional rollercoaster. I wanted to burn right through it I was so compelled to know the ending. On the flip side I was very aware that it was the last book in the series to date, and a year of waiting loomed for the final book. But that knowledge also led me to wrongly believe that Silent on the Moor had limited conclusions. *Grinning* I was not aware of how quickly I could go from utter despair to complete happiness, more delighted rereading, followed by regret for my rushed reading and more regret for the infrequency of such deeply satisfying endings. An almost 5-star, excellent transitional book for the series. The fourth book will be the cherry on top but couldn’t come faster. I do want to hear the story behind Brisbane’s scar and see Julia do some much-longed-for traveling.
My one complaint: I do hate the new covers! Well, only because I was teased more than once for reading a bodice-ripper, despite my claims to the contrary. The photo and fonts are really quite lovely.