The Blood Gospel
By James Rollins
and Rebecca Cantrell
Format: paperback,
479 pgs
Genre: Adventure,
paranormal
Series: The Order
of the Sanguines Series #1
Recommendation: Of
course. A wicked fun adventure.
Synopsis: An earthquake in Masada, Israel, kills
hundreds and reveals a tomb buried in the heart of the mountain. A trio of
investigators—Sergeant Jordan Stone, a military forensic expert; Father Rhun
Korza, a Vatican priest; and Dr. Erin Granger, a brilliant but disillusioned
archaeologist—are sent to explore the macabre discovery, a subterranean temple
holding the crucified body of a mummified girl.
But a brutal attack at the site sets the three on the run, thrusting them into
a race to recover what was once preserved in the tomb’s sarcophagus: a book
rumored to have been written by Christ’s own hand, a tome that is said to hold
the secrets to His divinity. But the enemy who hounds them is like no other, a
force of ancient evil directed by a leader of impossible ambitions and
incalculable cunning.
From crumbling tombs to splendorous churches, Erin and her two companions must
confront a past that traces back thousands of years, to a time when ungodly
beasts hunted the dark spaces of the world, to a moment in history when Christ
made a miraculous offer, a pact of salvation for those who were damned for
eternity.
Here is a novel that is explosive in its revelation of a secret history. Why do
Catholic priests wear pectoral crosses? Why are they sworn to celibacy? Why do
the monks hide their countenances under hoods? And why does Catholicism insist
that the consecration of wine during Mass results in its transformation to
Christ’s own blood? The answers to all go back to a secret sect within the
Vatican, one whispered as rumor but whose very existence was painted for all to
see by Rembrandt himself, a shadowy order known simply as the Sanguines.
In the end, be warned: some books should never be found, never opened—until
now.
First Sentence: The
dead continued to sing.
My Thoughts and
Summary:
So, I am not my mum’s favourite writer.
James Rollins is.
She has all of his books, some of which I’ve purchased for her.
She eventually brought me a big stack of them to read. I don’t read fiction as
often anymore as it’s difficult, particularly reading within the genres I
write, to sit back and enjoy; when I do read fiction now, I like to delve into
other genres. The adventure angle and exotic locales of his books did appeal to
me.
The Blood Gospel is one part Indiana Jones, one part The
Da Vinci Code, with a strong dose of classic Anne Rice but less weeping and
brooding. (Now, if you hated The Da Vinci Code, don’t let me scare you
off; I hated it too, darlings. But the searching-for-some-religious-artifact-and-secrets
thing fits, and this is a book where the research and detail is done right.)
This book leaps right into the action, bringing together
several very different characters and putting them toward one goal: to locate The
Blood Gospel, a book said to be written by Christ’s own hand. Archaeology,
mysterious tombs, hidden Nazi compounds, puzzles and mysteries...
And vampires.
The vampires here run the gamut, by the way: there is a
priestly order of them who are ultimately good but can be broody and
all-suffering, while there are evil ones who kill everyone and everything in
their path. Those who tire of the romance-hero-simply-misunderstood vampires
would find enjoyment in this book (yes, there is one broody guy like that, but
I didn’t find him irritating; he was badass and fascinating). If you have
vampire-fatigue, there is enough other intrigue in the book to hold your
interest.
One of the things to keep in mind with the book is the
structure of the narrative: within a scene there are often three to four breaks
in POV. It’s not headhopping, as the breaks are clearly marked, but for readers
used to fewer POV shifts, it might take some getting used to. What it does
manage to convey is the feel of a movie; the scenes are swift and brief,
following various characters and storylines, not dwelling long enough for the
reader to get bored.
That is, I think, the overall feel I continue to get from
Mr. Rollins’ works: the literary equivalent of a big summer blockbuster popcorn
film. The Blood Gospel is no different: it’s fast-paced and fun, with
well-researched exotic locales, and likable characters to root for. The action
sequences were exceptionally well done and quite visual. Do you want to be transported from your life for a few hours, visit Israel, Russia, Germany, and Rome, chase down a lost book, figure out some puzzles, all while sitting on your couch with a cup of tea? Here you go.
As always, research
seemed impeccable, and I had a sense that the authors knew what they were
talking about. I am less familiar with Ms. Cantrell’s work, although I do have
her historical thriller novel A Trace of Smoke on my TBR (also one I
bought for Mum that she lent me after reading; she loved it); I do know her
Hannah Vogel books are set in Germany around WWII and was not surprised when The
Blood Gospel had that area of history seamlessly woven into it.
My favourite character was Bathory, this badass chick who
kills someone in her opening scene, cursed and ruthless, with two pet
grimwolves she’s deeply bonded to.
She is also (one of) the villain(s). Of course. Obviously,
things did not go well for my favourite character.
But that says something right there about the skill of the
writing: I did care about all of the point-of-view characters. I wanted them to
succeed, even when they were at odds with one another. Granted, mostly I wanted
Bathory to succeed all the time because I prefer evil characters. (She’d
make a great urban fantasy anti-heroine.) I think Bathory is my spirit animal. But unlike other POV villains in many
books, she was never a caricature, twirling her mustache and adjusting her
black hat. She was flawed and believable. Likewise, the three protagonists—archaeologist
Dr. Erin Granger, military Sergeant Jordan Stone, and vampire priest (no,
really) Father Korza—were distinct and well-drawn, believable and providing a
nice balance to the book.
This is distinctly an adult novel but with a PG13/14A bent to it: violence, some
kissing/sex (not graphic and always tastefully done), very little coarse language,
and it would be appropriate for the average mid-to-late teen girl or boy as well as adults.
One thing to note is that the book plays with Christian mythology and Biblical
references; I already noticed some reviews from readers who had their panties
in a twist with this. But the book is fiction, it’s well-researched, and it
does what all well-researched good fiction does: it builds on facts and changes
things up to fit with the story the authors want to tell. If this might bother
you, maybe read sample chapters before diving right in. But Christ is
depicted as a necromancer already, so it isn’t that much of a stretch to add
vampires into the mix. IMHO YMMV.
Finally, the main plot is wrapped up by the end (thankfully—it's nearly 500 pages and that would be a hell of a lot to read for a cliffhanger), however there is much more to come: more mysteries to be solved, more secrets to uncover. An apocalypse probably on its way.
You know. The usual.
#TeamBathory
Bitchstress Bechdel Bonus: Does it pass the
Bechdel Test? Yes...thinking back, I do
believe it did.
Disclaimer: I borrowed this book from my mum and read
for my own enjoyment.