Scarrow is never going to win prizes for his prose, indeed some of his dialogue is so painful it hurts, but his Roman novels are always grippingly plotted and action-packed. This however is not the case with this latest entry, as he displays all his deficiencies and none of his strengths as a writer. The plot is so thin it is positively anaemic, there is no strong villain (indeed all his characterisations here are unconvincing, even Macro and Cato), and the action scenes are few and far between. This isn't a disaster, it's fun while it lasted, but it leaves no lasting impression, just a vague sense of disatisfaction.
That all said, though corny and just plain sub-standard this is still better than Scarrow's ponderous Napoleon/Wellington series.
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