Tyrant: Storm of Arrows by Christian Cameron

Publicity blurb says stunning sequel. Interpretation – the second book of a trilogy. The likely plot – little action, just a lot of character development and geography. But the tyrant of the title is Alexander the Great. How bad can it be?
Well, firstly the book was not about Alexander. It was about an unknown Athenian named Kineas who happened to be an excellent commander who attracted a powerful band of independent soldiers to is cause. And Kineas’ goal? To follow his girl across the open grasslands of the Russian plains as she rides off to protect her tribal lands from invasion by Alexander’s army. Hopeless cause or what.
Ok, so it took some time and dedication to get through the first 250 pages of the book. Kineas and his girl part company somewhere on the plains, Kineas travels home to his city/state east of Greece and re-establishes order amongst the citizens. But as quick as he can he is resupplied and heading east to the meeting of the tribes. Lots and lots of travel, lots and lots of geography, and lots and lots of campfire conversations (opportunity for character development). Boring!
And then finally Kineas gets to the agreed meeting ground to find that his woman has been captured and imprisoned by Alexander. Finally some action. But the rescue and the big battle scene come and go too quickly. The reader wants some reward for all that endless trudging.
And personally I am mystified about where the story is going now. I never read the first book in the series, so I don’t know if that was about Kineas or Alexander, but book 3 is going to be in trouble if it is going to follow Kineas again.
Maybe my opinion would be different if I had book one. But if you are even tempted by Storm of Arrows on it’s own, take my advice and resist temptation.
One of the most common bits of advice given to young authors is to write what you know about. Well obviously Riches lives near Hadrian’s Wall and he has spent many years coming to understand the live of the Roman legions stationed there. Now he has shared this knowledge and understanding with all of us in this most entertaining novel.
This is a book that has been short-listed by the Children’s Book Council for this year’s awards, but unfortunately I don’t see any child reading it willingly. The plot is stunning, the characters all too human and fallible, but somehow I don’t see 21st century children comfortably reading an 18th century personal journal. The language use is just too foreign. And we all know that very few generation Y or Z will put up with discomfort without some external pressure.




