It's over. After a long seven book slog I am very happy to see the Saga of Seven Suns come to a close. The main thoughts I have about this is not how much I enjoyed the ride, or how I loved how the story came to a close. It's my relief that I don't have to pick up the next book. I know what you're thinking. If I didn't like the series then why didn't I simply stop reading after the first book, or after I stopped enjoying the series? Good question.
As a whole, there are probably more things I dislike about this series than I ended up liking, and even I am surprised I persisted with reading until the end. The main problem is the writing. It's dull, lifeless and failed to immerse me into each character's plight. There's something wrong with a book when you don't feel anything when several characters are killed - and there are a fair few along the way. It concerns me even more when I am more excited about reaching the end of the book and moving closer to the end of the series rather than being interested in how I got there. It just feels like Kevin J. Anderson provided the shell of the novel but forgot to fill in the gaps. I have to wonder if Anderson himself felt invested in the world and characters he created if I, and I am not entirely alone in my perception, judging by some of the other reviews here, failed to ever lose myself in the story.
On the plus side, the world he has created is perhaps the strongest aspect of the novel. There are countless planets and species in the world of the Saga of the Seven Suns, and Anderson has given us a great insight into each part of the universe by separating each chapter in a George R.R. Martin style - by character. But therein lies another fault. The cast is absolutely massive and you never really feel like you fully get to know each character, let alone become emotionally attached to them. Each chapter is only a handful of pages long, which I do think tends to work well for some novels, but the constant switching between the many characters is somewhat jarring, particularly in the latter section of Ashes of Worlds, where two different wars on two different planets are being fought. Sure, each of the characters have individual traits, and every now and again you almost feel like you care enough about what they are doing, but they all feel like ghosts. Each of them are missing their hearts.
As I write this, I have come to realise that perhaps the main reason I kept reading was just to see how it ended. There is an interesting and very expansive story that continues to become more vast as each book goes by, and despite Anderson's flaws you can't help but want to know how it winds up finishing. Ashes of Worlds is perhaps the strongest novel of the series, as the plot progresses far more quickly, perhaps because the end was actually in sight, and it is filled with much more action. It's really too little, too late though. It takes a very long time for the ball to get rolling in the Saga of the Seven Suns, and it wasn't till Of Fire and Night that I felt like Anderson picked up enough steam to chug along to the end.
That being said, Ashes of Worlds was a fitting conclusion to the story, and it was satisfying watching all of the plot lines tied up neatly, something which Anderson should be commended for. I can't honestly recommend this series to anyone unless you are really desperate for some science fiction, but I can say that to anyone who does pick it up you may just find enough in it to want to reach the end. If there's anything I've learnt from this series, and that I am thankful to Kevin J. Anderson for, it's that life is too short to waste my time reading books I don't love.