Lords of Uncreation: An epic space adventure from a master storyteller (The Final Architecture Book 3)

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The third volume of what should NOT have been a trilogy, Lords of Uncreation bears the greater burden of the chronic bloating, padding, filler, and regurgitation that stretches this story out for well over 1500 pages. Shards of Earth is narrated from several different perspectives, most notably those of Idris and Solace.

So there are two big challenges in any story dealing with eldritch horrors from beyond space and time. Szenen- und Ortswechsel, diverse Wendungen, vor allem für Olli und Idris fand ich wirklich tolle Entwicklungen ihrer Charaktere.

His ideas are his forte, and this trilogy is full of weird alien civilisations, human factions, weird metaphysical theories about our universe and some theoretical physics.

This is one hell of a scifi tale and I can only wish fervently that it will be adapted (and perfectly) because I'd LOVE to revisit this world in a different medium and dive even deeper than Idris.I saw another reviewer of one of these books describe Havaer as a frenemy, and I think he works really well in this role. I think Tchaikovsky characters are always engaging as well, coming across as very human, flawed, but not too flawed to make them unsympathetic, and mostly heroic despite themselves.

In the first layer, Tchaikovsky develops the individual characters, primarily the crew members of the Vulture God. I've read quite a bit of Tchaikovsky including Children of Time, Children of Ruin, Children of Memory, and 5 books of The Shadows of The Apt.But Idris has sensed another entity in unspace that conceals further secrets, and he suspects the Architects are only tools of that force. For Idris, that was 50 some years ago when the series started, although he has not changed much; he never sleeps or ages. But the superfluous bunny-trails, the overly-frequent and unnecessary shoot-'em-up scenes, the constant conniving between factions with no resolutions, and the repeated, identical forays into Idris' weaknesses and failings (as well as the entire swaths of hand-wavium, metaphysical blather about the nature of unspace) make this feel like a nine-hour long Marvel Comics movie. Tchaikovsky has created a remarkable trilogy that repays close reading and captures the fullness of the worlds we live in and the choices we are forced to make. Please note that while none of the spoilers I mention are particularly notable, there will be spoilers in this review.