About midway through this novel I started to seriously wonder if English is Gentry Lee's first language. The dialogue especially feels like it was written by someone that had studied English, but never interacted with a native speaker. Sentences are all exposition and clunky declarative nonsense. No one has ever spoken in real life how the characters in this book speak to each other.
There is an old cliche in creative writing that you almost certainly have heard if you ever took a creative writing class: show, don't tell. Someone may wish to share this nugget of wisdom with Lee, who doesn't seem to understand the mechanics of storytelling at even the most basic level. Try to imagine seeing a movie that is narrated end to end with voice over, and only occasionally allows the characters to speak. That's kind of how this book feels.
And then there is the plot. We have characters placed in various situations (marooned on an island, imprisoned by aquatic monsters in a "grotto," placed on an earth-like planet but menaced by very silly bug monsters) and then whisked off to a subsequent location with no resolution. God-like overseers of this world seem to put the characters into various situations for no reason and then, like the deus ex machina that they are, yank them out of them equally senselessly.
The story never builds any momentum, since we don't care about the characters in the slightest, and no plot arc is followed to completion. Perhaps most annoying of all, we jump through huge intervals of time pretty much without explanation. At one point, we leave our characters and then find them in the next chapter 30 years later. The characters that were children are now adults, and not only that, they have become evil, I guess? Since we don't witness any of the character development, Lee has to spend several pages explaining what has happened in the intervening 30 years to make these previously sympathetic children into adults that we are not supposed to like.
The whole damn book is full of obtuse logic that has characters do things like risk being devoured by bug creatures just because they don't feel like swimming out to the island where they are safe. (As an aside, it makes no sense at all that the swarming bug creatures somehow are unaware of the existence of tons of living creatures on this island, since they can find prey in literally ever corner of this world they live on, but my God if I start listing individual inconsistencies in this story I'll run out of space in this review.)
Finally: every alien in this book, of which there are many, is given an idiotic name. Here is a sampling: nozzler, elevark (it looks like an elephant and aardvark), ackyong (this is the sound it makes), branker (again, the sound it makes). I don't know why these stupid names infuriated me so much, but they truly did. Why does Gentry Lee think that people name animals after the sounds they make? Can you think of one example of this in real life? Just typing these "words" makes me violent.
To sum up, one of the dumbest and most poorly constructed books I have ever read and expect ever to read.