By Storm Constantine
This is one weird collection of novels. It contains all three Wraeththu books. I can only compare them to Moorcock’s books – unreal as a dream, yet strangely compelling. The characters never seem real somehow, and yet the world Constantine creates is fascinating.
It does raise some interesting issues of messing with people’s lives for their own good but never really deals with them – that’s my biggest problem with it. I’ve always believed that it is wrong to mess with people like that (one character is torn from the live he has known and from his soulmate because the Wraeththu god wants him to be the king. Nobody asks him if he wants it, it’s just done to him), and while some characters mutter about how it might be kind of wrong, it’s never really hashed out.
Other than that, it’s a pretty neat batch of writing.

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