The stage is set and the witch-hunt is about to begin…
‘I am no witch. I have not sold my soul to the devil for powers. What I am has never openly been whispered of, yet it is enough that people would hang for it.’
After his half-brother dies, aspiring playwright Nicholas Pearce is apprenticed to Judge William Percival, an infamous former witch-hunter who is under pressure to resume his old profession.
In a country torn apart by civil war, with escalating tensions between Catholics and Protestants, Royalists and Roundheads, and rumours of witchcraft, Nicholas hides a secret: the dead sing. He hears their secrets, but will he find the courage to speak up to save innocent lives, even if it means putting himself in great danger?
Death is a song. I've known its rhythm since birth, but still I flinch from it.
not my cup of tea:
* Thanks to NetGalley and HQ Fiction for an eARC of this book. The following review is my honest reflection on the text provided. *
There’s something about The Revels that made me keep reading even though the writing style didn’t work for me. It’s such a fascinating take on the witch trials, and Thomas writes so well about the abuse suffered by witches and non-witches alike. But I had to reread so many sentences and go back full pages so many times to try to figure out what was going on in the plot - it took so much time and concentration just to keep the thread alive. There's a nugget of something in the narrative that I kept waiting to be developed, but I was left wanting and needing more than what I got.
The details change, yet the girl never does; she is either wanton or a mercenary whore, but never the victim.