Gave up halfway through. The time slip from early 1990s NY to medieval Wales was intriguing, but the plot dragged, I couldn’t keep track (and frankly didn’t care to) of the many Welsh characters in Madoc’s timeline, and I also felt the writing wasn’t particularly good: “The bus engine roared, loud and smelly.” My god.
The relationships in this book were incredibly toxic and abusive. I couldn’t take anymore.