Fleet of the Forgotten is the kind of book that reminded me why I fell in love with technothrillers as a teenager — it has the same relentless momentum and tactical clarity I got from early Tom Clancy, except this time it’s unfolding in deep space. Think the energy of the 21st-century Star Trek reboot mixed with the grit of Battlestar Galactica and the military edge of Starship Troopers. It’s that kind of ride.
Ryan Anders is an immediately compelling lead: sharp, sardonic, quietly angry, and born into the lowest caste of a rigid, dystopian social hierarchy. His two closest friends come from the same caste, giving their dynamic both humor and poignancy as they navigate a fleet dominated by corporate heirs, political royalty, and military dynasties. The broader cast is equally memorable: a corporate-elite bully, a high-born politico overachiever with surprising versatility, an oddball with uncanny instincts, and an AI ship with a split personality. And the fleet politics? Let’s just say some ship commanders have more moves up their sleeve than Red October's Captain Ramius — others not so much.
Dan Thornton’s Navy background shines through in all the right ways. The tactical realism, command friction, and battle choreography feel grounded and cinematic without drowning the reader in technical explanations. The world-building is substantial but efficient: enough to feel immersive, but not so dense that it slows the pacing. I have a personal “page 75 rule” (if the plot hasn’t moved by then, odds are I’m out), and I devoured this book.
Don't expect this read to be philosophical or mind-bending (at least not yet — it’s Book 1), but it is fantastic, immersive entertainment. Smart, intense, and full of momentum. And for a debut? It hardly reads like one.
A truly impressive start to the Exiles War series. 5 out of 5 stars. I can’t wait to see where the Fleet of the Forgotten ends up next.