Humanity At Fault is a sweeping and deeply emotional sci-fi epic set in a far-future universe where the remnants of humanity grapple with guilt, memory, and cosmic consequences. The story follows survivors of a catastrophic crash on an alien world called Symphony that eerily mirrors Earth. There, they encounter entities known as The Collective, who deem humanity responsible for unleashing a galaxy-consuming plague. Through surreal visions, temporal dislocations, and interstellar battles, the book dives into themes of redemption, loss, and the staggering cost of survival. It’s both intimate and enormous in scale, often switching from quiet, personal reflections to grand, space-faring action.

Reading this book was like tumbling down a rabbit hole of stars and memories. Hinds’ prose is rich and poetic, sometimes dizzying, but always heartfelt. His writing is thick with emotion. I found myself rereading sentences not because they were unclear, but because they were beautiful. The opening chapter—dreamlike and full of longing—hooked me right away. But then the pace suddenly exploded, hurling me into a nightmarish planetary descent that had my heart in my throat. There were moments when I felt lost in the swirl of names, timelines, and metaphysical spaces, but oddly, that sense of disorientation fit the story’s tone. This is a book about being unmoored—physically, temporally, emotionally.

What truly stayed with me, though, were the characters. Brynn and Kelsey, especially, felt real and raw in a way sci-fi often misses. Their grief, resilience, and haunted love for their pasts made me ache. And the dialogue—sometimes clipped, other times poetic—rang true even in the most fantastical situations. I did feel the narrative leaned a little heavily on exposition in the middle chapters, and the layered timelines could be hard to follow. But that chaos mirrored the existential mess they were trapped in. It felt intentional, even if it slowed the story’s rhythm now and then.

Humanity At Fault is an ambitious story, but one that was entertaining. It’s not your average space opera—it’s more like Interstellar had a baby with Arrival, raised on the emotional weight of The Leftovers. I’d recommend this book to readers who love character-driven sci-fi that isn’t afraid to get philosophical or poetic. If you’re the kind of person who stares out of windows thinking about your mistakes and the stars, this one’s for you.

Pages: 308 | ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0DZS3NKKQ