This second book in the Henry Gresham series certainly improved on the first. I felt there was more depth to the characters and a stronger emotional attachment created by the author.
The lead characters, while still being somewhat stereotypical, come across as more vulnerable and believable than they did in The Desperate Remedy.
The plot again picks up on the writers historical knowledge and expertise, creating a fictional narrative from rumours and speculation of the time. This time around, the plot revolves around the authenticity of Shakespeare's plays and some missing letters associated with the King.
To enjoy this book to the fullest, you have to not examine it too closely and to go with the flow. The villain of the tale almost feels like he belongs in a pantomime rather than in this story. He's always escaping, standing in the shadows and portrayed as evil and dastardly with the ability to pull the strings.
I did scream inwardly every time the author wrote Scottish dialogue attributed to King James. It was truly dreadful, unnecessary and came close to spoiling the book. I was also disappointed by the Epilogue chapter, whisking the reader to modern day. I felt it was a weak ending, but in keeping with the way the narrative was put together.
All in all, despite the negatives, I felt this was an improvement on the author's first book, and if you don't take it too seriously it was a good swashbuckling romp.