A breathtaking journey of the human spirit and its survival

filled star filled star filled star filled star star unfilled
little bookness lane Avatar

By

The arrival of the Black Death pits the selfish expectations and blinkered resistance of some, against those who have opened their eyes and hearts to work with each other, lessoning the ordeals they face by taking swift and rational action - together.

This breath-taking wedge of a book serves as both a fictional chronicle for the people of Devilish and the private thoughts of Lady Anne during uncertain times, where the imminent threat is not only the rampant contagion knocking at their door but events much closer to home.

'The Last Hours' bears witness to ‘good’ deception for the benefit of the many, and the ‘ruthless’ deception for arrogant few. As this story of self-inflicted isolation from the epidemic progresses, the characters are moulded into wonderful shapes while their decline or survival is decided.

I enjoyed following their desperate and enlightening journeys, mostly because the Devilish attitude cannot be compared to similar communities of this era. Hearing their forward thinking ways and how their principles and strategies differ greatly from their unruly, primitive neighbours was refreshing, particularly when you consider the clichéd ignorance of liege lords and the serfs bound to them.

Each and every one of over five hundred thoroughly marvellous pages were captivating, however it appears matters are “to be continued…”, which was not the ending I had in mind! I feel it was a long way to travel only to find I hadn’t completely reached the end of my journey. However, I remain 100% invested in the characters and would be tempted to re-join them when their story resumes.