As they progressed, Nicholas kept seeing faces he knew. A goldsmith. A shipmaster. A chorister from Trinity College. A man who sold fish-hooks. A man who made traps for devils. As with a person drowning, he appeared to be compulsorily reviewing his past, while all the time attending to Albany’s disjointed discourse.So, it's taken me not quite seven years to read the House of Niccolò books by Dorothy Dunnett; thanks very much to
This was my top unread non-genre fiction book. Next on that pile is Fingersmith, by Sarah Waters.