As soon as I realised the tension between him and Adelia, I know he will be in the next books as well. Adelia then met Gyltha and Ulf, which I hope also survive to make a reappearance in the next books.Įven though he is a part of the protagonist group of character, I didn’t pay too much attention to Rowley. I quite liked the way Ariana portrayed the character of Henry II. I think there was a Rachel in it… She was accompanied by Simon & Mansur and made an unlikely group of newcomers to Medieval England during the reign of Henry II Plantagenet.
Adelia Aguilar, of course, is the main character here–I mean, Vesuvia Adelia something something Aguilar–I don’t even remember her full name, it’s too long. There is a lot to unpack in this book in regards to its characters. Hatred trumps everything, especially when you accuse someone as a child murderer. I could guess that sensible actions are not the option here. It is what it is and no, that does not mean I am not woke. I just want to enjoy the book without being easily offended by every word I found.īut-knowing how humans like to bicker about how they worship the best god to their versions, I felt the burden immediately with the topic. No, I am not going to comment on any religious bickering between humans here. The Case: Prologue & Chapter One described a case of a child murderer and the locals accused the Jewish community. I remember getting lost in Cambridge once, alone-not knowing where to go, mainly because I neglected to look at my tourist map as I gawked on the architectures of the mighty campus. No, no map overlaying needed on this one. I’ve found the map inserted in this book differ slightly from those accompanying Susanna Gregory’s books-which is when Cambridge University was in its blooming phase. The review is written under the influence of the latter.ġ171, Cambridge, pre-Campus life. I must admit reading this book as a doctor of the dead and then as an ex-doctor of the dead gave a different impact on the psyche.
Therefore, this book speaks in a louder volume to me than usual. Similar to Adelia, I landed my pretty arse in England to master the language and art of speaking to the dead. They say it makes you a better person. I say, yeah-my pretty and succulent arse doesn’t agree with you. Though I will put the blame on me on this one cause people seems to like you better if you blame yourself for your shit life, forgetting there might be external forces dropped upon you. But then I wasn’t a doctor of the dead no more-partly my fault, but wouldn’t regret if I’d dare to put blames on others as well.
I had enjoyed the company of death in my days, conversing with rotting or calcified bones to reveal the secret of what their lives once were. I was once a doctor of the dead as well, though hadn’t the chance to be the best.
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