By John C Wright.
The final book in the trilogy sees wunderkind hero Phaethon with his doting angelic wife's clone Daphne Tercius at his side, tricking the super intelligent enemy, running rings around all the rest of humanity, building the most powerful space ship ever and fooling the super intelligent machines which run the Sol system all at the same time. As is normal with space opera, things all come together with the tidiness one might associated with Mozart and the feeling of reading true science fiction is dicarded some where along the way. There are plenty of twists in the plot, lots of Machievellan convolutions, but unfortnately, at no point did my mind feel any broadening sensations. All of the descriptions, concepts and ideas are staples of science fiction, even space opera and I've read it all before. Over all another disapointing end the like of which I've come to expect from trilogies.
2/5
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You could borrow my Skylark series for a little light relief.
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