What a brilliant piece of literature! This book had me in its throes, dragging me back to its side, no matter where I was, making me talk about it, think about it and not rest in peace till I finish it.

I loved the narration, the plot, the pace of the story, each of the characters for all their strengths and weaknesses and the story told.

Exceptional English literature like this on subjects like history are the reason why I read books, for the time travel I get to do.

I was in the palace at Chittor under the Parijat tree inhaling the breeze. I felt the dread as the ten thousand soldiers of Gujarat are massacred. I got scared for the Little Saint and her life. I felt the disgust at Rani Karmavati.

I felt for the Maharaj Kumar every time the circumstances made him a cuckold and I loved him for what he was, a flawed yet strong human being, a smart and great warrior, doomed lover, the forever son-in-waiting yet the courteous one. He felt like both the hero and the anti-hero, a character I haven't imagined too!

I felt every thing all the characters went through and I tasted adrenaline through the wars and smiled through the light moments.
I haven't read something this engrossing, larger than life and all-encompassing in a long time.