A cracking interstellar romp that whirls through operatic explosions, French fashion, and galactic bureaucracy with a surprising undercurrent of Anglofuturist virtue. Among the explosions and flying taxis, there’s an unmistakable thread of order holding the chaos together—service, structure, and love holding back the abyss. Add in a priesthood preserving ancient knowledge and a soldier who’d rather save the world than posture about it, and you’ve got yourself a blueprint for tea-and-crumpets cosmology. By Jupiter, it’s magnificent!
