This book is better than its predecessor, The Maker of Universes, but only because there are more and different worlds to explore. They’re only slightly interesting, but happily Wolff and crew spend only limited time in each, saving themselves by an improbable series of happy accidents and lucky guesses.
The characters are only barely credible, and the cast continues the machismo of the first book. It’s hard to be interested in any of them, and the resolution mostly left me happy the book was over.
I received a free copy of this
book in exchange for an honest review.