His gaze was so intense that I hesitated, before remembering
the beads in my satchel. My hand went to my knapsack and I rustled through it,
one-handed, locating the handkerchief I had wrapped them in. I brought it out
and held it towards him. Al’Shani eyed the offering warily, reluctant to take
it, so I unfolded the first layer of cloth, revealing the gleaming carnelian
beads beneath. I saw the breath leave him and his fingers flex then clench. I
placed the misbaha on the table between us and dropped my hands back into my
lap, watching him intently. His eyes had taken on the liquid darkness I had
noted in our earlier meeting. I took a sip of coffee to give him some measure
of privacy for his thoughts.
Finally, he reached across and picked them up between finger
and thumb, revolving his hand so they fell over his fingers and nestled in and
around the palm of his hand, much like we had found them in his wife’s grip. He
clenched his hand around them and closed his eyes, breathing deeply for a minute.
‘They were ElirÑ‘’s,’ he finally spoke, pronouncing the name
differently from the way I had heard it in my head as I read it in the file.
‘They were my wife’s.’
‘I know,’ I spoke. ‘ElirÑ‘.’ I tried to capture his
intonation. ‘It is a beautiful name.’
His smile was fleeting. ‘She was a beautiful woman.’ His
gaze fastened on mine. ‘You knew they were hers.’
I nodded. I could hardly explain how intimately I was
acquainted with the bones of his family.
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| My thoughts |
I enjoyed this - but it also made me cry, and was disturbing in places ... made me think, which is a sign of a good novel!
We get a few genres rolled into one - modern mystery, historical novel, thriller, and a touch of supernatural. All combined with the joys and difficulties of relationships past and present, modern career responsibilities, ancient expected and unavoidable duties; fear, love, trust, mistrust, revenge... There is violence too, but the horrors of life are as relevant as the joys. The detail and frustrations of an archaeological dig, the disintegration of an arranged marriage, the consequences and violence of war and fighting - all bound together by the horror of the Vesuvius eruption.
What I especially admire is how the author so skilfully tucked everything in together, merging the timelines so superbly - and seamlessly - with modern-day. And all in a natural and totally believable way. (Too believable in places. I suggest keep a tissue box close to hand.
This is history as it should be written more often - expertly detailed without 'lecturing' or 'info-dumping', page-turning intrigue with a brilliantly portrayed diversity of characters.
My only slight negative, the formatting on my PDF review version for Kindle was out of kilter, but this happens with PDF and there were a few minor typos, so the file was possibly a pre-publish ARC, so not an issue for a finalised version. And actually, even given the wobbly formatting, I started to not notice because I was so engrossed in the story. That's the thing with typos - if the writing is good enough, you don't notice them, and Ms Lee's writing was most certainly good enough.
***** 5 stars
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