This is the book that finally prompted me to write another review of the series. Apparently in the minority, I'm among those who think the series is starting to wear thin enough that the willing suspension of disbelief, and the acceptance of the existence of unique single individuals upon who major events in history continually turn is eroding quickly. I've begrudgingly accepted the premise of the solitary hero (with merry band of accomplices) enough that I've actually made it through the 8th book in the series, having basically binged volumes 3-8, having read the first two earlier. (Binged is a relative term-I read a little bit every day before sleeping, so I guess it's been weeks and months getting through these 6 volumes.) I guess that says something about the series and Vaughn Heppner's skill as a writer, but it's really starting to feel like he's "phoning it in." Not every saga needs to go on forever, and not every saga needs to end with a nice bowtie ending. The pacing and level of action has certainly slowed down. There's lots of reflection, but most of it is personal, and I'd really like to read more reflection on the broad cultural ethics, sociology and psychology of this universe. Even the level of interstellar intrigue and comparisons of species value systems seems less designed to get the reader thinking and more to say "hey, this is part of the formula for successful sci-fi writing so I must include at least a little of it sprinkled here and there." Also, another matter bothers me. At least Star Trek gives an occasional nod to the ship's crew as if they matter. Throughout almost this entire Lost Starship series, the rest of the crew has been given short shrift, barely ever mentioned and certainly never developed as characters of any significance. That's hundreds of regular ordinary working stiffs getting ignored while the focus remains on the top echelons. Not the future I hope for, and not exactly an egalitarian portrayal; giving all the credit to a few the top (and mostly the hero protagonist) rather than the folks in the trenches. That bothers me quite a lot. It's as if we have never moved beyond our contemporary lopsided valuing of a small elite above all in the future instead of the future equal society without prejudice that most sci-fi author hopefully predict. Even character development has thinned out. Oh, we see hints here and there of changes in how characters think, but again it feels obligatory rather than purposeful. The borderline misogyny has been present throughout, perpetuated by female stereotypes as only a male could imagine them (and I say this as a CIS-gendered white male.) The strong female characters are a pretense, its female strength as imagined by a man, not a woman. Why has the series taken this path of a non-improved humanity? No faith left in humanity, Vaughn? Watching too many superhero films? Yes, one person can change the universe. But in 8 books in a row (and yet more after that?) My credulity is strained beyond its limit. I'll probably continue reading on, but not in a streak, and if things don't change I may decide to move on without finishing it, which would make me sad.