It's kind of reassuring, in a weird way, to see just how little has changed in romance novels over the years. The men still smirk. The women still pout and simper. Heavy glances are still exchanged and bodices are still ripped. Nowadays we have dragons and vampires and other fancy stuff thrown in there too (like black fog hands: see below), but it’s all ultimately to the same end.
Importantly though, in a post-Me-Too society, permission is asked frequently and very seriously by the male protagonist which- if it is done well- is delightfully affirming, a nice change from the domineering brute of earlier decades of literature. If it’s not done well, it can feel corny and forced, as the characters pivot back and forth between the tired old dynamic of overbearing he-man and sensitive modern beau.
Guess which one prevails in Serpent and Wolf. We are introduced to the two main characters on their wedding night, when Vaasa is making plans to tie her new (and very much unwanted) husband Reid to the bed, kill him, and jump out the window. She completes step number one, but since he has asked her permission first to enact wedding-night shenanigans, decides to skip number two and move right to three.
Choice is very important to Vaasa (whose full name Vaasalisa, I didn’t know how to pronounce, so I mentally referred to her as Vaseline throughout the entire novel). Vaseline has been raised as a political tool her entire life, first by her father, then her brother. Or so we’re told. There are a lot of extremely vague allusions made to the training Vaseline has received early in life from her father, as well as her unhappy home life, yet we’re given almost no details beyond this. I thought a flashback or two in the first half of the book would have been helpful.
The descriptive details are all similarly vague (there somehow manages to be both too much, and too little description at the same time). I cannot picture a single setting described in the book, simply because they lack any sort of distinctiveness. An example: Reid and Vaasa’s bedroom, which has “a well-furnished living space, brown couches and a wooden table”. The latter thinks it is the most beautiful room she’s ever been in! I guess we’ll have to take her word for it.
The characterization in the book is all similarly uninspired, based on tropes and cliches. I wasn’t the slightest bit interested in either Vaasa or Reid. I just didn’t care about them (or frankly like them very much). Reid alternates between being smug and provocative, and overly-attentive. Vaseline behaves like a sullen brat, throughout. Their marriage-of-convenience often feels forced, the author throwing them in contrived situations to force physical intimacy. To be fair, this is a genre stand-by, but as such it can be done with far greater finesse. There were also several dozen other minor characters I didn't care about enough to keep straight. Were they necessary? Maybe. Maybe not. Did their addition confuse the heck out of everything? Yup, sure did.
One final point: as a fantasy lover, I have high expectations for magic. If you’re going to include it in your world (which most fantasy novels of course do) then make it worthwhile. Black fog hands are not that. I feel as if the author had some sort of a cool picture in her head of her heroine surrounded by scary, dramatic black smoke clouds, and thought that image would be enough. Hot take: it isn't. There are so many better, more well-thought out magic systems out there. Put more effort in. There was some good potential in the metaphor of dark magic and negative emotions, but unfortunately I didn’t feel it was explored deeply enough.
To be honest, I was done with The Serpent and the Wolf almost before I’d begun. The writing lacks any sort of polish, craft or originality, it felt as if the writer was just copying other similar works she's read. I was bored, and if I didn’t have an ARC copy, I’d have put it down in the first few pages. As it was, I persevered to the bitter and predictable end (though admittedly, I skimmed more and more as I got further in). It didn’t get better as it went. The romantasy market has gotten rather crowded of late. There are better books out there in the sub-genre to spend your time on (see: A Fate Inked In Blood, for a semi-similar plot, with better execution).