
The cliffhanger ending to Taking Wing saw both Titan and an entire fleet of Romulan Warbirds catapulted into the Small Magellanic Cloud, some 200,000 light years away from the Alpha Quadrant. Whilst the move reeked of The Next Generation episode “Where No One Has Gone Before” and, of course, Star Trek: Voyager, it was nonetheless a tantalising one, and seemed to encapsulate the new series’ pioneering spirit. What’s more, it offered the authors the chance to revisit and expound upon the potentially fascinating culture of their Neyel – an offshoot of humanity once encountered by the Excelsior during Tuvok’s days on board. However, it only takes a few chapters for the momentum of Taking Wing to slow to a gentle gambol as we are drawn into a slow and derivative, science-heavy tale of proto-universes and macroscopic consciousnesses that seldom threatened to grab my attention.

Extremely ambitious, The Red King is a novel that might offer something to trekkers who invest more heavily in their science than they do their fiction, but for most of us I fear that it’s going to prove a major misstep – and not just 60,000 parsecs out of the Alpha Quadrant.