Ross King
“With Europe poised on the brink of the abyss, the study of Nature and the pursuit of Truth had been replaced by a vulgar contest in which Protestants and Catholics each tries to bend the other to their will. Learning was no longer being used for the improvement of the world: it had become instead the handmaid of prejudice and orthodoxy, and prejudice and orthodoxy the handmaids of slaughter.”
This tale is probably one of the best historical fiction pieces I have read yet. And to be a mystery added to the enjoyment. The setting is a 1660s quest for a missing text deemed heretical then pirated away and finally lost. Hired by Lady Marchamont, Isaac Inchbold, the author of this recollection, finds there may be much more to the task at hand. Intertwined is the ongoing beginning to the story told in third person. Surprises and suspense around every corner, up every inn’s steps, and in every catacomb. The abundant use of historical facts is surprisingly nonintrusive. The only impediment to the reading, and it may have only been due to my incompetence, was the copiousness of Latin.