While I started reading this series with a certain expectation, I started reading this book, the second in the series, with an entirely different set of expectations tempered by the first book, Emperor.
Emperor introduced the overarching mystery of "the Weaver," the style of barely-connected short stories spanning pivotal eras across the years, and convinced me that it would be foolish to invest myself in any set of characters' stories.
With that in mind, when I started Conqueror and immediately prepared myself for another huge cast of characters given that the timeline at the beginning of the book spans over 600 years. Just glancing over the timeline told me that we would be going into a period of English history that I'm not too familiar with. That also added another element of anticipation for me; while these books are by no means history texts, the first book was well-researched in era I'm comfortable with, so I was eager to learn more about this period for England.
However, as I glanced over the newest prophecy, I was a bit disappointed at the last stanza, particularly the line "Empire of Aryans / blood pure from the north."
"Aryan" is very much a loaded word and clued me into the idea of the Weaver and essentially spoiled the story for me. I was convinced at this point that the Weaver would be someone in some form of World War II, almost certainly on the Nazi side. This was disappointing for me because so many alternate history novels focus on World War II as a turning point.
If World War II was the home era of the Weaver, then all of these machinations would doubtless involve the Nazi regime attempting to turn things in their favor... which meant that, fastened to the railroad tracks of Baxter's story, I essentially wouldn't have anyone to root for since everyone would be doing the work of Nazis.
So, with that sour mood, I started the book and was pleasantly surprised -- Baxter immediately starts at the END of his stated era and states that the prophecy was not fulfilled. Clever! After setting up all of these expectations and dread in me, he's let me know that things are not necessarily stuck to the rails going over the edge of the cliff.
This book then has two primary mysteries:
1. Who is the Weaver? (We presumably know their purpose now)
2. Why did the prophecy go unfulfilled?
These mysteries, again, overshadowed a large part of the book for me. Most of the book seems to hinge on the reader either not understanding the menologium or wanting to see the events explicitly play out. While, to some extent, I wanted to see what was happening in clearer terms, the larger part of me just wanted a Cliff's Notes version of the book so I could go on to discover more about the two mysters.
Fortunately, the book solves the second mystery for us while not really adding any clues to the first other than reminding us that the characters believe in a "Weaver."
Lest my review become entirely complaints, it did do a few things well:
1. It gave me an appreciation for the sheer scope of time in this book and how difficult it was (and is!) to preserve knowledge
2. It gave me a real appreciation for the turmoil (cultural and racial) that was Britain and modern-day England for the first millenium.
While I was initially worried that I wouldn't be able to identify with or sympathize with any characters due to their essentially being pawns for a future Aryan regime, I rapidly forgot about that aspect and found myself drawn into their individual storylines and losses.
This is definitely the second book in a series; it continues the first and heads toward the fourth with absolutely no intention of being a good book in and of itself. Stripped of the Weaver/Tapestry mystery, I think this book would end up being a very mediocre two-star work of historical fiction.
As it is, for its place in the whole, I'm fine with giving this three stars -- it's very workmanlike, addresses some underlying meta questions about the nature of the prophecies and whether characters are obliged to follow them, and clues us in a bit more as to the nature of the Weaver.