[9/10]
This is called the Macht trilogy, but they are more like three stand-alone epics, united by the common setting and the one character that appears in all three books - Rictus, who started the journey as a young mercenary in The Ten Thousand , tried to leave military life but got caught up in the struggle to unify the warring Macht tribes in Corvus and now returns after 30 years to the Asurian Empire in Kings of Morning . While I think it is better to read the books in order, I see no problem in starting with the last book, and judging it on its own merits. Enough background references are made in order to make the story clear to new readers.
I've been a fan of Paul Kearney for a couple of years, since discovering his other military style fantasy, The Monarchies of God . I would say he is even better than David Gemmell or Steven Erikson when it comes to realistic dialogue, evocative prose, and nuanced characters. The main appeal for me in the prose of Kearney is the ease and elegance of his writing, managing with an economy of words to convey deep emotions and conflicted loyalties, to paint the lyrical beauty of mountain paths or of the night skyes, the extreme weariness and thirst and exhilaration of the moment of truth - when all doubts are over, and the enemy runs screaming at your line and its: Kill!, or be killed!
The Macht books have been criticized for steering too close to the source material (Anabasis and the Alexander Macedon campaigns) , and I think it is a valid point. Replacing Gaugamela with Gaugamesh as the main battle against the Asurian / Persian Empire denotes a certain laziness in worldbuilding and invention. It also takes away the surprise in the resolution of each book. I believe this treading on familiar ground has a positive aspect though, because it freed the author for concentrating more on the characters and avoiding long expositions about the history and customs of the two sides in the conflict. The decision to introduce the fantasy angle also frees the author from staying to rigidly confined to the original historical accounts. This is fiction after all. If I were to pick a personal peeve with the book, it would be with the character of Corvus - the second book dedicated to him being my least favorite of the series, and his generally perfect personality lacking the appeal of Rictus or newcomer Rohksar.
There's one major battle and several smaller scale conflicts that happen mostly out of sight, but I understand why it was chosen as the highlight of the series: it marks the exit from the world stage of an ancient, most powerful empire of its times, and the meteroric rise to power of one of the greatest generals the world has ever known. With such high stakes, Kearney wisely decided to spend a lot of time on the set-up, making the story about the people involved, as much as about tactics, and weaponry and leadership. I was already familiar with the Macht long lances and magical black armours, with their phalange formations and othysmos mentality of honour through battle to the death. Kings of Morning starts the story from the other side, in Asuria - majestic capital of the Kufr overlords, city of a million inhabitants, with massive ziggurats hiding whole forests and rivers at their top.
This is the part of the epic that raised the book from four to five stars for me, with the drama of Great King Ashurnan and his family worthy of the pen of Shakespeare or the cinematography of Kurosawa. An elder ruler who has been forced to take sword against his own brother in The Ten Thousand is 30 years later riding again to war, and has to fight not only against the Macht, but against the machinations of his own wife, the ruthless manipulator Orsana. Like a tragic King Lear, he has three grown up children who should inherit the throne, but neither seem worthy of the succession. Sibling rivalry usually ends up in blood in the Asurian Empire, and I was more involved in the fate of Kouros, Rahksar and Roshana than in the actual battle (its outcome already known from history books). Another interesting addition to the epic, providing a human interest angle and an outsider point of view to the drama of so many high personages, is a small slave from the palace kitchens whose youthfull restlessness lands him in the middle of the plot, with painful reminders about the fate of small fry caught up in big conflicts.
The ending is bittersweet, with the older warriors taking their bow and leaving the adventure, the quest for glory, in younger hands. It is a good stopping point, with enough ambiguity and enough open ended storylines to leave me wondering what will happen to the main actors next. Maybe Paul Kearney will write some more in this setting at some point in the future, maybe he will finally finish the pirate adventure series I had my eyes on for such a long time. I'll be sure to check them out.