" Ordinarily, I have no problem with tall, sad-eyed, green-skinned (from subcutaneous chlorophyll) priests who communicate instantly across the galaxy by means of the WorldTree. But when combined with characters I'd rather slap a few times than read about, arrogant aliens giving humanity a lesson for being so precocious (with the tacit approval of the author) and poor, stilted narrative, they become unbearable. Go away, you green-skinned freaks!! I don't want to hear about benevolent old King Frederick of the Terran Hanseatic League and all his foibles!! I don't want to hear about the Klikiss torch that turns has giants into suns!! Out, specter of poor science fiction!! I expel thee in the name of Orson Scott Card!! "
— Moses, 2/3/2014