Couldn’t finish this book, which is definitely in the “beach read” category. It started off entertainingly, and I appreciated the authors’ genuine interest in the world of the sixth century AD, though they play fast and loose with the details whenever it suits their narrative. The alternate history premise, which involves mysterious forces from the far future intervening in the long-ago past, is fairly creative. One faction has provided some advanced (for the sixth century) knowledge to a rising new power on the Indian subcontinent called the Malwa Empire, notably the secret to making gunpowder. However, another faction lends its assistance to the person they deem best suited to opposing the Malwas, the brilliant real-world Byzantine general Belisarius, who’s the main protagonist here (with considerable fictional liberty taken). In his case, he receives “visions” from a strange crystal that an associate of his found in a cave. This isn’t a novel that takes itself very seriously; there’s lots of tongue-in-cheek humor and a spirit of good-old fashioned Indiana Jones-style pulpy adventure, starring a rag-tag crew of wisecracking heroes. It’s all comparable to some of Neal Stephenson’s historical epics, but less geeky.
So, that’s the good part. What’s not so good is the writing and the repetitiveness of the storytelling. For one thing, the authors are constantly breaking the show-don’t-tell rule. For example, there are many sequences in which some characters trade stories that the authors assure the reader are appalling or hilarious, but don’t actually SHARE any of. This basic storytelling fault happens over and over. For all the bloat of Stephenson’s novels, he’d give the reader the deets.
For another thing, all the good guys here are cast from pretty much the same mold. Each one is some combination of supreme badass warrior/cunning tactician/learned thinker/skilled linguist/possessor-of-ravenous-sexual-appetite. Over-the-top-ness can be fun in small doses, but it gets boring after a few hundred pages. Well, at least for me. (As an American, I get more than enough such fantasy from the self-presentation of my countrymen on the internet.) As for the chief villain, he’s the predictable, boring, mustache-twirling sort and his henchmen are anonymous spear carriers.
I decided to put the book down after a sequence in which a young prince is pimped out to provide his involuntary sexual services to a parade of women as part of an elaborate scheme. It’s played for laughs because ha, ha, every young lad likes sex in the end, even when it’s compelled on him after his protests, but it's a little icky -- and we never do hear how the girls involved feel about the whole experience. Also, not really the kind of thing I see people from long-ago Christian societies getting carried away with. Yeah, I could have powered through this dumb, somewhat sexist sequence had I been enjoying the novel in other respects, but I realized at that point that I was just bored of it, and had no interest in reading the rest of the series.
Oh well, one that started off promisingly, maybe even as a potential four star book, but whose flaws caught up a few hours of audiobook time in. It was unfortunate, because I liked the attention paid to some less well-known peoples of the sixth century, such as the powerful Ethiopian kingdom of Aksum.