This book is about nothing more than KK indulging her fascination with 10th century Europe by showing off how much historical accuracy she can shoe-horn into the narrative. I get the distinct impression that this book was written to satisfy an American readership who would possibly be fascinated by so much period detail, but, as someone who had to endure endless history lessons about the excruciatingly boring history of Britain, Wales, Scotland and France in the Middle Ages, I have to say that I am not impressed at having it re-hashed back at me disguised as escapism. If I had wanted a treatise on mediaeval politics I would have bought one, but I bought this twaddle instead, and spent 3 hours desperately trying to find something interesting in it. Come on, KK, you can do better than this, where's all the magic, glamour, intrigue, spell-casting and swashbuckling from the earlier novels? There's very little mileage in being so punctilious about minor historical accuracies, because, after all, it's an imaginary landscape, so why didn't you let your imagination run free instead of bogging down in tedium - after all, that's what first attracted me to your books all those years ago? I was hoping for a little magic here, what I got was large helpings of lumpen, uninteresting droning. Could do better, 3/10