This is a boring story marred by left-wing ideology.
“Man is cruel and cold. He eats up everything he touches. He enslaves Lera and breaks the laws of the forest. Because, Rannoch, he is the only creature that hunts without need.”
Clement-Davies dearly wanted to write an equal to William Horwood’s Duncton Wood, complete with a character named Bracken, but ended up writing a repetitive, boring story filled with one-dimensional characters. While his writing is clean with good grammar, the story itself is filled with endlessly repetitive chapters where the cold, starving characters are running through the snow.
The only thing of interest is the author’s comical belief that medieval man hunted for sport instead of survival. That, somehow, men in the dark ages had unlimited resources and that hunting was something they did simply to be malicious. Clement-Davies espouses this baseless claim throughout the book, despite all facts to the opposite. En masse, our harvesting and consumption of other living creatures has never been wasteful at any time in recorded history. Clothing, tools, medicine, shelter, light, soap, food. Very little went to waste 1,000 years ago, and next to nothing goes to waste today. Despite environmentalists' and media’s depiction, malicious, wasteful kills are, in the global scheme of things, extremely rare.
I gave it a good try, but quit three-quarters of the way through out of boredom. If author had not espoused his left-wing ideologies I would give it two stars. As written, one star.