Brilliant! I loved Kate Mosse’s Labyrinth years ago and so I thought I would enjoy The Burning Chambers. I was not disappointed.
Besides being a well-researched and well-written novel, the accumulating tidbits of intriguing mystery dispersed every few chapters was what ultimately drew me into the story. Who was the mysterious, tortured writer of the cryptic and meandering entries describing a horrible chain of events? And how was that tortured soul related to the main character? And, what part did the famed Shroud of Antioch have to do with a religious war between the Catholics and Huguenots? Just these two mysteries alone were enough to hook me and pull me into this novel.
Without a doubt, the background for The Burning Chambers was one of terrible religious persecution as the Catholic Church sought to not just fend off what it perceived as a threat against its faith, but also against its authority and power. And therein lay the problem throughout much of the late Medieval era into the early Renaissance. Hatred between one faith and another, and with horrific consequences. So much hatred, so much bloodshed and misery and death, and all of it in the name of God. No, that is not quite true. God never asked for any part of it. Surely, He must have closed his eyes and wept to see such atrocities performed in His holy Name. Rather, the wars were a subverted and twisted faith in God that was used as an excuse to main, torture, rape, steal, and kill, one that continued down through centuries, and to what end? What happened to the love God, through his Son, commanded of us toward our neighbor? It was completely ignored for the sake of riches and glory and fame—and power—wrapped up neatly in the guise of religious preservation and devotion.
In our story, nineteen-year-old Minou Joubert, our main protagonist, wishes only to care for her family and tend to the family bookstore. But when she is thrust into a conflict not of her choosing, it begins a cycle of misfortune and hatred where forces of evil and righteousness collide, fates are decided, and sacrifices made.
She is not alone in the struggle. Piet Reydon, a half-Dutch, half-French Huguenot, fighting on behalf of his religious brethren, is always just one step ahead of capture at the hands of unscrupulous men. It is his secrets, and those of Minou, that will determine the future of their lives, and perhaps, countless others, as France devolves further into war and bloodshed.
The only thing stronger than hate is love, and even in the midst of persecution and bloodshed, romance can flourish. Perhaps, it is the only thing that can keep despair from drowning out any chance of hope, especially when your world crumbles around you. And in this story, against the hopelessness war and bloodshed, it becomes the light that draws our heroes forward toward an unknown destination. A story that begins with a cryptic message: She knows that you live.
Such simple words. Words scribbled hastily in a letter and left for Minou. But are they a horrifying threat… or words meant to comfort and offer hope? It is hard to say for certain, and Minou, upon receiving the anonymous message, begins to feel their weight as events unfold toward the truth and her life turns upside-down. And in Carcassonne and Toulouse, in the midst of a terrible war, it could mean anything. But not what she believes, but rather… well, you’ll have to read the novel for yourself to discover the meaning of those ominous words.