The author tells the story of the death throes of Byzantium with a vivid narrative. The army is barely more than a rag-tag militia supplemented by mercenaries supplied by neighbouring states almost in pity at the state of the once-great empire; the navy is virtually non-existant, with rotting hulks of vessells too expensive to maintain lying semi-submerged in the Golden Horn. All that stands between the Ottoman armies and the end of Byzantium are the decrepit walls of Constantinople and a few spirited individuals who refuse to let the imperial flame be extinguished. Indeed, the description of Emperor Palaeologus fighting alongside the peasants on the city walls is as evocative an image as I can remember.
A top read that flows like fiction....Continua