Historical fiction is not my usual fare, but the mystery of Roanoke was too tempting for me to pass up, particularly when the ebook was free.
The prose is nice, sometimes beautiful. The premise is interesting. The characters are richly drawn and believable.
Well, the White characters, anyway.
The various Natives American characters are alternately referred to as "Indians", "heathens", and "savages", as if the terms were synonymous, and within the private thoughts from the point of view of a 15th century English settler, I suppose that makes sense, but it doesn't make much sense for an omniscient narrator. There's a lot of Native men standing around stoically and crossing their arms across their chests, and what little dialogue they have is in service of the plot only. They have no personalities to speak of and they come and go as glorified plot devices and set-dressing. Chief Powhatan's priest, who I can only assume is an invented character, as a quick Google search yields no historical reference to him, is named "Matchitehew", which apparently means "he has an evil heart", and yeah, I'm about done.
The main plot of this book is not really what happened to the colonists on Roanoke, but rather the struggling romance between the seventeen-year-old Jocelyn and the thirty-year-old Thomas, which is fine, but much too thin to serve as the main plot of a novel. It would have functioned better as a subplot.
I thought I was getting an historical mystery, but instead I got a drawn-out May December romance between a pair of emotionally stunted religious imperialists proselytizing their conservative values to a bunch of dull-eyed forest sprites.
I am less than pleased.
This is the first book of a series, and while it does end on a cliffhanger, it ends on the cliffhanger of characters who were introduced late in the book, and about whom I know practically nothing, so I'm not terribly interested in what happens next.