I loved Pacal. He alternated between the baby boy he'd been before his people were brutally massacred to the brilliant strategist who escapes his savage enemies to rejoin his regal and fascinating mother, Lady Quetzal and rebuild the empire to which he is the rightful and benign heir. Yes, it's history, very good history, but as I read, I forgot the fact that it happened years ago and far away. I was there, in the steaming fleshpots, in the court, in the trials of the flesh.
There are moments of tenderness -- with two such complex characters, how could there not? But most of all, the book takes you into itself, into a time and a culture that is no more -- but
that Kohonoski makes live in a deep and impelling way.
Fabulous book. One can only hope for a sequel. I have to see Pacal as a lover and king!