After reading the first book in the series, Walks Through Mist, I HAD to read this one next. And it was as terrible as the first - dragging me in like a tornado that I couldn't leave until it was spent. Or I reached the last page.
The concept was intriguing and horrifying at the same time. What if, knowing time travel was possible, you found your own corpse? Knowing how and where and, to some extent, where you'd die. And knowing that it was a past that you can't change, because it meant that you'd get to travel back in time. Oh, and if that's not enough pressure...knowing that when you die, your people die with you because you're the last survivor of a proud people that was massacred four hundred years before.
Lee doesn't have it easy. As he trudges toward the inevitable, he meets both the living and the dead in his journeys through the dreaming and the seventeenth century, all the while knowing he might never see his wife and child again.
I'm surprised I didn't cry during this book - while I don't cry often, this is definitely a heart-wrenching story. One I read with my heart very much in my mouth through a large chunk of it.
Once again, fiction, fantasy and history is blended together so seamlessly that Ms Murphy has created yet another brilliant masterpiece.
I gather that there will be a third book in this series, which I'll be eagerly awaiting.
Unquestionably, five stars.