So tempting to give this old-school fantasy book a lower rating for the tiresome way it meanders around the plot, squandering what seem like promising threads, only to end up as bewildering cul-de-sacs going nowhere. So why DID I give it three stars? For one thing I made more notes on this book as I worked my through it than I have on any other (better) book I've read lately, so that means that it made me think, which I value and respect.
This is number 6, I believe, in a series, none of which others I have read, so I don't know if the issue of the forest ownership is addressed in one of those previous books. However, coming to it from an historic, (not a fantasy) aspect, whoever owned the unnamed forest at the heart of this story, would have been far more interested in the tree's monetary value than in preserving it for esoteric purposes! Moreover, if the tomb owner, Florian, was the owner of the trees he cut down, he wouldn't have had to set up a fraudulent shrine because he could have made a fortune selling off the timber!
The book is riddled with anachronisms and preposterous situations, i.e. who would set off on a journey of unknown duration with a few strips of jerky and a handful of small apples?! Where, oh where is the ubiquitous bread and cheese, staple of life since forever! Also, through the story, there is mention of cleanliness and bathing to a point well beyond what would have been the accepted norm in the year 1195! Water had to be be hauled and then laboriously heated and so it rarely was "wasted" on such frivolities as washing dishes, floors, clothes or bodies. My 21st century sensibilities are not nearly as offended by the thought of dirt as by the pretense that people had an understanding of germ theory during the middle ages! Furthermore, travel in the late 12th century was an unlikely undertaking due to the arduousness involved. Such travelers as these would probably have stayed at an Abbey, or Priory, designed to take in people who needed overnight accommodations. However, even if they had found a suitable Inn, they would NOT have ordered from an array of choices what they wanted to eat and drink, but would have taken whatever was on offer from the communal pot and been grateful!
Once I got over these irritants and just resigned myself to them, I found that there was something beguiling in the story of some giant bones emanating a mysterious power and the quest to find out what they were and to whom they originally belonged. The mystery of Florian's murder was not only secondary to the "bones" plot, but poorly resolved. In fact, the whole last section called "Postscript" should have been eliminated as the story actually ended before that was tacked on, serving no purpose and greatly weakening the whole structure of the narrative. The "Postscript" was full of pointless mumbo-jumbo that felt overly contrived.
With some deep editing, both of content and details, this could have been a much better read. The writing itself was good, had a nice flow and, my favorite, good grammar! A fanciful look at a distant time and beliefs.