

In contrast to The Exile and the Sorcerer, this book definitely feels like the two back-to-back stories that it is. The first is great and the second is a bit shaky at its foundations. I could snark about how of course the British Steerswomen equivalent hinges on censorship and immutable class, or roll my eyes at the more new-agey aspects of the setting's magic, but all in all it's pretty dang readable. Barbarian-librarian F/F with secular humanist convictions is hard to beat as a microgenre!
In contrast to The Exile and the Sorcerer, this book definitely feels like the two back-to-back stories that it is. The first is great and the second is a bit shaky at its foundations. I could snark about how of course the British Steerswomen equivalent hinges on censorship and immutable class, or roll my eyes at the more new-agey aspects of the setting's magic, but all in all it's pretty dang readable. Barbarian-librarian F/F with secular humanist convictions is hard to beat as a microgenre!

oh cosey mo I feel your pain
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A feature-length Nick Cave song through and through. This didn't entirely work for me, but there's still plenty of neat moments and prose peppered throughout. Really does feel like wading through a sticky and filthy swamp.
oh cosey mo I feel your pain
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A feature-length Nick Cave song through and through. This didn't entirely work for me, but there's still plenty of neat moments and prose peppered throughout. Really does feel like wading through a sticky and filthy swamp.

Turn-of-the-millennia lesbian fantasy pulp that's so turn-of-the-millennia lesbian fantasy pulp that it actually started life as a Xena fic. It manages to punch above its weight almost everywhere though. I was recommended this book on the basis that it possessed shades of Steerswoman, and while it's not as deliberate in its construction it does tickle a lot of the same parts of my brain with how the protagonist comes to make assumptions about the setting. Also a delightfully harrowing depiction of internalized gay shame, that somehow manages to be played for rom-com fluff later on.
Turn-of-the-millennia lesbian fantasy pulp that's so turn-of-the-millennia lesbian fantasy pulp that it actually started life as a Xena fic. It manages to punch above its weight almost everywhere though. I was recommended this book on the basis that it possessed shades of Steerswoman, and while it's not as deliberate in its construction it does tickle a lot of the same parts of my brain with how the protagonist comes to make assumptions about the setting. Also a delightfully harrowing depiction of internalized gay shame, that somehow manages to be played for rom-com fluff later on.