Very disappointing. The author can write and the set-up is interesting, if standard (a researcher stumbles upon and wakens an alien artifact), and the characters are fairly well drawn. However, Paolini takes the better part of a thousand words to say absolutely nothing of interest. "Bloated" would be a compliment. It's little beyond an interminable, repetitive action sequence, with, even for space opera, a far-fetched plot. It eventually became so far-fetched that I ended up skimming the final two hundred or so pages. This book could serve as the dictionary definition of "sound and fury signifying nothing."