After Look to Windward
House of Suns by Alastair Reynolds
If Look to Windward taught you that the best space opera measures galactic empires against the weight of a single regret, House of Suns will devastate you all over again. Reynolds hands you six million years of wandering immortals—clones haunted by ancient grudges, cosmic hubris, and the melancholy of outliving entire civilizations—then dares you to look away as their sardonic banter cracks under the pressure of extinction-level conspiracies.