A worthy follow up to Revenger. I enjoyed the fact that it was told from th PoV of Adrana which brought added depth to the characterisations of both sisters. While the first book was essentially a straightforward tale of revenge Shadow Captain both broadens and deepens into a story of the effects revenge has upon those who pursue it and also of the wider physical and social realities of the mileau the sisiters live in. In particular we learn more about quoins - the currency used in the Congregation - and the dangers of meddling with that which is not fully understood.

But just one thing: the mixture of gases inhaled to sustain life is not 'lungstuff', it's 'air'. Mr Reynold's' habit of using the former is irritating in the extreme and he should stop it immediately. He only gets 4 stars because of it.

I really enjoyed Alastair Reynold’s ‘Revenger’ when it came out last year. A blend of sci-fi buccaneering in the mode of Treasure Island and Indiana Jones style archaeology made for a snappy, compelling read. So I was quite excited to get my hands on the sequel, 'Shadow Captain'

This is a book about monsters. It centres on Adrana Ness, whose sister Fura was the protagonist of the first book in the series. Though Fura carries scars, Adrana has problems of her own. She spent more than a little time in the company of a notorious pirate captain, being conditioned through trauma to become that captain’s eventual replacement. Fura we’ve seen alreadyin the first book, a fierce soul, tortured, compromising with potentially appalling consequences to rescue Adrana and take a ship from Bosa. Adrana is…quieter. More concerned with the effects that the pirate captain may have had on her mind. Perhaps more introspective.

But make no mistake, Adrana is still a Ness, and still a monster Her steely determination is a trait shared with her sister, and one which comes off the page with the force of a freight train, alongside an eloquent, thoughtful internal voice. This is a young woman who is not going to take any crap from anyone, even her sister – unless it quietly serves her goals to do so. She’s always looking at the angles, trying to work out what’s real and what isn’t, to understand where she sits in the scheme of things. This is a rawly shining portrayal of a fiercely intelligent woman on the edge – striving with each breath to achieve her goals, whilst trying to work out exactly what they are – and if they’re her goals, or ones left behind by the ghost of someone else in her head. The dynamic between Adrana and her sister is impressive for sure; both broken, twisted people, trying to do the right thing even if they aren’t sure what the right thing is. They, and their associates and antagonists, are drawn in the gently exaggerated fashion of an R.L. Stevenson story – given traits that make them larger than life, while their actions make them even more so.

This is a story of swashbuckling and adventure beyond the stars. But it’s also a story which wants to look unflinchingly at the price such a life cots. Our heroine (or heroines) are doing what they must to survive. Sometimes they’re not making the right calls. Sometimes their ruthlessness saves their lives, sometimes its an impediment. But they feel like two roughly oriented siblings, trying to rub along in far, far less than ideal circumstances. That’ s what Reynolds has done so well here – given us a seething sibling rivalry, rooted in horror and gross technology; and provided both pints of view over the course of several books. As a result, we’re now seeing each party from their external and internal points of view, and the frisson is delicious.

The short version is – the relationship between the sisters shapes this book, and it’s absolutely pitch perfect; dark, playful, thoughtful, with undercurrents, like ice in a darker sea. You can feel the Ness sisters similarities in their growing inhumanity, even as they tidally creep away and toward each other.

For the crew of the Revenger, you see, victory hasn’t been entirely sweet. They have a ship, and a crew, yes. But nobody else is likely to believe that they aren’t pirates. So begins another adventure, looking for somewhere to buy fuel that won’t ask too many questions.

The universe that Reynolds has created for Adrana and the rest to explore carries his usual grand scope. Thousands of worlds in an intricate dance across the stars. Millions of years of history, much of it a blank space to the inhabitants of this space. The characters are the centrepiece, for sure – but the universe is one of sweeping grandeur. There are baubles – rocks filled with treasure, but also filled with traps, monsters and risk. There are populated worlds with a population in the thousands, rusted soldier-bots without explanations. Stations floating in the depths of the void, avoiding answering too many questions. This is a vivid, detailed world, one with far, far more questions than answers. Fair play to the characters for recognising that, and delving into the mysteries. And fair play to Reynolds, for giving us a playground which is successfully so grand in scope – thousands of worlds backed against a sun – yet so intimate, as we follow characters around the minor eddies of worlds around that sun. What population centres we see fit into the Stevenson aesthetic – pirates, madmen, fools, a grim and gritty universe demanding much and giving, well, nothing. But they’re lavishly described, with not an atom out of place. This is a living, breathing, broken world, but one whose grandeur is undeniable.

The plot – well, it’s a farrago of suspense, of revenge, of bad decisions made under pressure. Of conspiracies and half truths. There isn’t the clarity of revenge that the first book gave to us, no, but a web of obfuscation and partial understanding, wrapping a lot of human, understandable, very poor decisions, and an exploration of the way those decisions affect both the immediate parties, and the universe at large. The former…well, this is an exploration of the way people become monsters, each step seeming like the right one in a long chain of self justification. The universe? Well, read and find out. It’s a page turner, I’ll tell you that. A rip-roaring tale which makes you want to know what happens next, between crosses, double-crosses, vengeance, and some incredibly poor choices. The adrenaline is there, the action, the heart-breaking emotional investment.

This is a story to break hearts and make you turn pages. It’s great stuff; pick it up, you’ll want to know what happens next.

Ah! I’m beginning to see the familiar Al Reynolds yet again! He doesn’t linger much in the YA field, despite the Ness’ sisters age. The story picks up from the end of the first volume and builds strongly.

However, I’m surprised at myself: how did I miss the fact that Revenger series is going to be a trilogy? The good thing is that this second part doesn’t suffer from middle book syndrome, on the contrary: things are getting hotter, complicated, the mystery of the quoins is somewhat unraveled, Bosa Sennen is still a big influence and the most significant part, in my opinion, is brought into light but not revealed. The worst part (figurately speaking) is that this hugely significant part is to be developed in the next book, which I have no idea when will be published…

That being said, I enjoyed it to the fullest. If the first story is told from Fura’s point of view, here the narrator is Adrana. The sisters complement each other perfectly, they are the yin and yang of the crew. New characters are brought to life, some despicable, others not so much but all equally interesting. We get to meet new baubles and worlds and based on Bosa’s belongings, some really fascinating, albeit scarce and teasing, details about the Occupations.

The more I delved into the story, the more compelling it gets. As usual, Reynolds leaves us with more questions and scenarios than answers, but that’s what makes his stories great and that is what I love about his writing, beside the fascinating worldbuilding, timeframe and scope. He is one among the very few SF writers who manages to surprise me with something in each of his works.