At 1456 this evening, at the very end of supper, I finished my third read of Jack Whyte's The Singing Sword, book two of his Camulod Chronicles, a retelling of Arthur in a plausibly historical setting. These first two books take place in Romanized Britain, though at book two's end the excrement is about to hit the fan in earnest. As was its predecessor, book two is well written and entertaining. In some sense each volume from here on out will become harder to read, as no matter how the tale is spun, it never ends well for the good guys.
Be that as it may, I will begin book three, The Eagles' Blood, by day's end.
Be that as it may, I will begin book three, The Eagles' Blood, by day's end.
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