If I were to compare it I would say it was Little Dorret meets the Count of Monte Cristo.

It’s peopled with characters similar to Tolkien or J.K. Rawling.
Then throw in a dash of Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein as a side dish.

It’s a wonderfully woven tale in a landscape that’s been drawn out like a tapestry.

There’s a sequel or second book so we must have this too in e-book soon!

It would like to weave several plot-lines that seem to come out of the center of the two character at the beginning whose connection at best is a six degree of separation to the others.

The plots explode into several direction peopled with characters that seem to have few if any redeeming qualities. The reader has no connection or sympathy for any. And it eventually tries to tie the plots together with their own climatic details. It leaves the reader disinterested in the predictable body count.

The most interesting of characters in this book is a man who seems to have several personalities. None of those with the least bit of redeemable characteristics. I sensed there was a back story to this man but I think I missed it even upon reading fully through a second time.

This book seems to be more about the descriptive setting than any one character. It is for the setting of the story that I feel the deepest sympathy.