After reading the first three trade paperbacks, I’m not sure whether Saga is a beautiful love story with a wartime setting, a brilliant war story with a love story as a plot device, or a perfect amalgam of both. One thing is certain: Saga is brilliant.
Saga is the story of war run amok, and readers are not spared from the practical horrors and visceral realities of proxy warfare. Two peoples, the techno-savvy winged warriors of Landfall and the spell-casting horned-headed mages of moon Wreath, are locked in a bitter feud with plenty of blood on everyone’s hands. Because the two worlds depend on one another to maintain a stable orbit, they fight their battles on other planets, essentially drawing the entire galaxy into their war. Horrific atrocities have been committed by both sides, and in some cases entire indigenous peoples on the proxy planets have been driven to extinction. And in the midst of this war, a baby has been born. A baby whose father bears the horns of Wreath, but whose mother has the wings of Landfall.