The author says in her note at the end: The Russian Revolution, truth be told, needs little to no fictionalization to be a fascinating time period, full of beauty and horror and wonder. But are we to blame if we simply accept things the way they are without trying to change them? This novel asks that you think about one thing: It is not our fault where and into what circumstances we are born.
We see people being dragged from their homes and murdered by the aforementioned angry poor men for crimes they had no say in. We see angry poor men being driven into the ground by the hard labour they perform, while their employers sit in cosy, gold-plated luxury. It expertly blends the historical facts with elements of Russian mythology and sensitively portrays both sides of the revolution by allowing you to come to your own conclusions about which side is to blame - if, in fact, either is. This novel so beautifully captures the cities of St Petersburg and Moscow at the height of the 1917 communist revolution. (Feb.Saint Petersburg was a city of illusions. Climaxing in a mystical struggle for the magical object, the book’s murky finish confirms Natalya’s deep love for Russia but casts some confusion as to her future. Undergoing an avalanche of obstacles, the trio builds a curious bond that pulls them closer even as their political beliefs push them apart.
Petersburg, are kidnapped by a passionate young Red who knows Natalya can lead him to the powerful egg. The result is a fast-paced adventure-with the requisite romantic undercurrents-as Natalya and her countess friend, fleeing the violence of St. Patrick merges the February and October revolutions into a few autumn weeks turns Alexei Romanov into Natalya’s 16-year-old longtime love interest, cured of hemophilia by a magical Faberge egg (he was actually executed at 13) and makes Rasputin’s daughter Maria queen of the Russian mystics. Still, she plays fast and loose with the facts in her hybrid historical/fantasy novel about 16-year-old noblewoman Natalya Kutepova during the turbulent months of 1917. As Patrick (a pseudonym for writer Jackson Pearce) remarks in an author’s note, the Russian Revolution doesn’t need fictionalization to be fascinating.
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