This book couldn't seem to decide what it was or wanted to be. As a result it was rambling, repetitive, and irrelevant to itself. The ultimate conflict evolved slowly--which would have been fine, were it not buried beneath practically identical descriptions of Tania's band's development, relation...
Our name for ourselves is simply the People, reflecting the lack of any other race in the galaxy to compare ourselves to by name. We know of just two other races, both long dead, of which Homo sapiens is one. The other we know only through a handful of artifacts—ancient pyramids—beacons marking a...