I have just finished reading Children of Ruin, the immediate sequel to Children of Time! It did not atomize me from fucking orbit the way Children of Time did but I still really enjoyed it! And I remain pumped to read the third book in the series, which I'll be starting at some point in the nebulous very near future (perhaps even imminently, I am as yet undecided.) The core narrative was perfectly legible and Tchaikovsky's prose remains exceptional and there are some other details that are basically laser targeted at me specifically which I will not expound upon so as not to spoil the surprise for anyone else who may eventually read this series (and you should! yes YOU!!! it whips ass!) but it just didn't make me feel like I'd swallowed a supernova (complimentary) the way that the first book did, if that makes any sense to anyone who isn't me lmao. If Children of Time is a 10/10 (and it is😤) then I think I'd probably give this an 8, maybe an 8.5. Still very very good, maybe even excellent, just not quite as brilliantly unbelievably extraordinary as its predecessor.



















