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What might, in the wrong hands, be elevator-pitched as just another space opera starring a prefabbed complement of misfits (a cyborg, a test-tube baby, a crablike alien, a few wayward humans) is really a triumph of worldbuilding, plot, and tension. Admittedly, I had my doubts: from page one, you know you’ve signed up for a war-of-the-species plot greased together by a star-jumping gang of “spacers,” each threatening to be a little more Han Solo than the last. (“Rollo Rostand was a stocky, square-faced man, brown bronzed by decades of low-level radiation exposure, his hair and moustache wispy and dark grey.”) Immediately fun, but could it anchor my attention for half-a-thousand pages?
Short answer: yes. Not only are the plot beats hit hard and in rhythm, but the book also manages, and in understated ways, to engage with the social zeitgeist.
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Published in issue 27 (2021) of Shoreline of Infinity.
Jeffrey Palms 
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