I appreciated this book even more than the first, which I very much enjoyed. "Worth Dying For" takes the reader deeper into the characters, to the point where I felt I knew them all intimately. Not just Robert, ("A sliver of the devil danced upon his tongue...") but James, his most loyal and fierce warrior, "The Black Douglas," Edward (I always want to write "poor Edward,") Piers, Isabella, Thomas Randolph, Elizabeth, Aithin, Robert's brother Edward, Christiania, the seductive yet sad character who seems to know she has no power but what men afford her, and, with just a few perfectly chosen words, the exquisite Lady Rosalind, whom I desperately want to see more of. The scene where Elizabeth is prisoner to Longshanks is chilling. Every one of these characters (and Scotland itself) becomes unforgettable, larger than life, in these pages.
Again and again I marveled at the descriptions and beautiful word choices, which encompass humans, nature, character, love, hatred, and the singular, magical land of Scotland.
Book two is darker than book one. It must have been hard to write of the suffering of both men and beasts, but the author does not flinch away from it. Reading her account, I was left wondering why men follow others into war and I defy the reader to not feel the wretchedness of these men and thus all men who go to war. What makes it "worth dying for." And that is the crux of this book. We see the two sides--the vast army Edward commands by force, threat, fear, and the smaller army commanded by Robert, consisting of men who follow willingly, out of love and honor, who face their deaths knowing it means something.
"The new mash of fighters melts into a blur as crazed and complete as a swarm of locusts devouring a field of grain."
One of the things I like least about historical fiction are the descriptions of battles. I expected this to be no different. But it was. I was propelled along, seeing it all so gruesomely vivid in my mind it was like I was there. Especially at Bannockburn. The horror, the gore, the death, the suffering. I could almost smell the blood, and I was able to follow along with what was happening, the ebb and flow of battle. I often get lost in the details other authors employ (The Last of the Amazons, in particular) and come to a point where I simply don't care. I just want to get through it. This never happened, not for a second, in "Worth Dying For."
Love is not forgotten, nor glossed over, either. The author explores Robert's love for his wife and daughter, which one might expect, but she also "lays bare" the expert seduction Christiana mets out and the uncontrollable passion Robert feels for Aithin, the love of his childhood.
James, "The Black Douglas," is again an irresistible persona. He exudes magnetism.
I was impressed with the knowledge this author brings to these stories. I can't imagine the amount of research it took to become so intimately comfortable with all these characters.
"As I looked out on a sea of faces--their eyes set on the thin strand of tomorrow, their heartbeats echoing with the rhythm of all their yesterdays--I thought surely I looked upon all the sons of Scotland of all the ages there in one place at one time, ready to fight for the very fistful of dirt they were each standing on. And in that I never saw more truth...than to truly live, was to have something worth dying for."