This is exactly the kind of science fiction I enjoy--science takes a backseat to the drama unfolding within its pages, and it’s filled with a romantic atmosphere encapsulated in a unique story with characters I care about.
Underwood takes us on a nostalgic journey reminiscent of the sci/fi pulps from the golden era. Like the best of those stories, beneath the surface, there lies an allegory, a mirror reflecting the chaos of our own reality where madness seems to have run amok.
Within this superbly written novelette, the stars twinkle overhead, the scent of distant galaxies fills the air, and Underwood's prose enchants. "Red Heaven" is not merely a story; it's a symphony of emotions, a journey through the cosmos that is the possibilities of the human experience. ( )