Make no mistake: Snakewood is grimdark. It’s grimdark and then some.
Moral ambiguity infuses all the major characters, and no clear line is ever drawn between right and wrong, good and evil. Snakewood is not about the clash of light vs dark. There’s no Gandalf sauntering back from the dead all swathed in white, a worthy cause his for the claiming. Even so, this is a novel that respects the bonds between soldiers, the promises owed to friends, and the loyalties that bind a person to those they love. In Snakewood, it is these down-to-earth values, rather than loftier ideals, that are worth fighting and dying for.