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Book Review (Fiction) - War At The Edge Of The World

War At The Edge Of The World

Ian Ross

Head Of Zeus 2015                                      387 Pages

The long twilight of the Roman Empire during the period of late antiquity continues to exert a peculiar fascination on historians, novelists - and the reading public.

Ian James Ross is the latest entrant in this field, with his military adventure War At The Edge Of The World set in Roman Britain during the twilight of the Tetrarchy (305 AD) and before the rise of the Emperor Constantine. The Tetrarchy was the reform inaugurated by the Emperor Diocletian in which the Roman Empire was divided into Eastern and Western provinces for administrative convenience, each ruled by an Emperor assisted by a junior colleague.  This system of four co-emperors held good for over twenty years before eventually breaking down.


This action-packed, blood-spattered novel opens in June 298 AD at the battle of Oxsa in Central Armenia against the massed forces of the Persian emperor Narses. After his centurion’s chest is sheared through by a Persian Cataphract’s lance,  a tough young legionary of the reserve cohort of the elite Legio II Herculia steps into the breach and manages to hold the line. A stolid Pannonian peasant soldier from the Danube, Legionary Aurelius Castus is later knocked unconscious in the melee – and eventually recovers to find himself awarded a golden torc for bravery and  promotion to the rank of Centurion  by the emperor Caesar Galerius himself, in the aftermath of the Roman victory.

Seven years later, Centurion “Knucklehead”, an “ugly slab-faced brute” of an officer, is marking time with Legio VI Victrix in the provincial city of Eboracum (modern-day York). Stuck in the mud and chilly drizzle of this British backwater, the stoic and gritty Castus believes his glory days are long over. Then comes the fateful order to lead an honour guard escorting a Roman envoy Marcellinus on a diplomatic mission to the restive Pictish tribes north of Hadrian’s Wall...  


The king of the Picts has previously died in murky circumstances and several delegates to the diplomatic parley are poisoned. The Romans are blamed for this and heavily outnumbered, end up fighting desperately for their lives. Taken prisoner, Centurion Castus comes to realize that he has not just fallen victim to Pictish tribal politics, BUT also that someone on the Roman side is deliberately fomenting unrest among the Picts – however, to what end?


Author Ian Ross studied painting before taking up writing fiction and this shows in the vivid word pictures of details like armour, weapons and clothing. However, the descriptive world-building does not overpower the smooth flow of the military action of which there is plenty. Apparently, Ross had been researching the later Roman Empire and its Army for over a decade while working variously as a bookseller, tutor and university lecturer. This is well reflected in the accuracy of detail applied to the craftsmanship of the storytelling. The plot is intelligible but not simplistic; the narrative atmospheric but not over-the-top.  

Castus is assisted in escaping captivity - after several torrid sexual encounters  - by a Pictish queen, Cunomagla seeking to secure the ascension of her illegitimate son. A tense flight through a nightmare world of burned farms and towns, with gory corpses of the slain clogging the despoiled countryside, follows...

Initially an unwilling participant in politics, Centurion Aurelius Castus matures as both participant and protagonist. He learns the hard way to keep his head down, while using a developing tactical sense to the best advantage as the resurgent Roman legions under the future emperor Constantine return to wreak bloody vengeance on the fractious Picts.


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