Babel no Toshokan by Tsubana
Feb. 25th, 2026 08:52 am
What could possibly go wrong with playing along with an unhappy teen's delusions?
Babel no Toshokan by Tsubana

What happens after the Big Bad Emperor is deposed?
The impact of a problematic tyrant doesn’t end with their death. The policies of that autocratic ruler don’t just go away overnight. The despot’s allies don’t fade away into the shadows. The social and economic impact from that oppressive regime reverberates down through the assorted social classes from top to bottom and—measures have to be taken to replace the unjust previous policies.
Not an easy thing to do, even if the new ruler is anointed by the Gods and acclaimed by the people.
Nor is it an easy thing to write, as I know far too well.
When I finished Judgment of Honor, the last book of the previous series, Goddess’s Honor, in 2020, I fully intended to quickly pick up the story in a new series showing the new Empress of Daran, Witmara, wrestling with the implications of reforming the previous Emperor’s despotic practices.
It’s not like I hadn’t written about those problems before. After all, a big chunk of Goddess’s Honor deals with the struggles of Rekaré ea Miteal after she eliminated her tyrant father’s rule over the land of Medvara. In Challenges of Honor she ends up failing this test, brought down by the schemes and traps created not only by the evil Emperor of Daran, Chatain, but also by her father and his divine patron, the Goddess Nitel. It takes Rekaré’s cousin Katerin, who is also Witmara’s mother, to finish the task that Rekaré began. Rekaré goes on to win redemption by helping Witmara defeat Chatain and Nitel, ending up as Nitel’s replacement in the pantheon of the Seven Crowned Gods.
But—I started having problems figuring out just what Witmara’s quest needed to look like once she became Empress. Instead of wrestling with what happened to Witmara, I worked on an intertwined set of series featuring a powerful family in a science fiction/science fantasy multiversal setting, the Martinieres. Every time I poked at Witmara’s story, the basic concepts seemed to dodge away and well, hey, I’d just thought up another facet about the Martiniere Family Saga.
Eventually, I ran out of Martinieres, culminating in what I think is the best subset of the Saga, The Cost of Power trilogy. Ironically, writing the three books of The Cost of Power showed me the path to figuring out Witmara’s story, between the redemption of Philip and Gabriel Martiniere, and the compromises and costs for Gabriel and his wife Ruby as they become more powerful. However, The Cost of Power didn’t give me the answer to my biggest issue, until a few months after I had completed the books.
One of the problems I’ve always had with the world of the Seven Crowned Gods has been settling on the viewpoint characters. I struggled for years to capture the voices of Rekaré and her mother Alicira. Eventually, I settled on Katerin as the first voice, in what is now the second book of Goddess’s Honor, Pledges of Honor. That opened up the pathway to first Alicira (in the collection that’s now the first book, Beyond Honor), then Rekaré in Challenges and the other three books in Goddess’s Honor.
The same thing happened with Vision of Alliance. At first, it was the voice of Chatain’s exiled half-sister, Betsona ea Ralsem, that came most clearly to me. Betsona is a minor character in Choices of Honor, then becomes one of the protagonists in Judgment of Honor.
Betsona has reasons to see her brother deposed. A powerful sorcerer in her own right, she was badly injured during a magitech performance that she and Chatain worked on when they were children. Chatain covered up his role in sabotaging that performance but privately gloated about what he did to Betsona. After their father died and Chatain became Emperor, he systematically destroyed the rest of their close family. It was only through Betsona’s magical skills, political scheming (including recruiting Witmara to strike at Chatain), and the obvious love and devotion from the people of Daran that she survived. She can’t rule on her own—she lacks the strength to manage her full magic, and has limited mobility as a result of that disabling incident.
But—Betsona’s mind is not impaired. And she has learned political manipulation over the years from excellent teachers, including her observations of Chatain’s missteps and abuses.
We see the early days of Witmara’s rule, both good and bad, through Betsona’s eyes as Witmara struggles to gain control over the much-abused land’s magic—a key element for rulers to succeed in this world. Someone was missing, though—and it took my experience with the Martinieres to figure out who that was. One of the influences in Witmara’s early life was Heinmyets, one of the Three Leaders of the Two Nations. Heinmyets served as Witmara’s Heartfather, a surrogate standing in for a missing father, since Witmara’s father Metkyi had died in the battle to control Medvara.
Heinmyets’s voice turned out to be the balance I needed to Betsona’s perspective. There’s also another element—a nameless, cream-colored, magical stallion from the breed called daranval (plural daranvelii) who cannot be ridden due to his own impairments. Despite his physical handicaps, this little stallion possesses strong magic. Heinmyets is also a strong earth sorcerer, and kept the nameless stallion from being culled, which would be the norm for a daranval with his problems. However, Heinmyets has lost both of his bondmates, Alicira and Inharise, and seeks a new purpose for the remainder of his life.
That purpose appears to be over the ocean in Daran, helping both Witmara and Betsona.
There are complications, of course. Once I figured out that Alliance featured both Betsona and Heinmyets, and the process by which the two of them ally to help Witmara, the story started flowing…and here we are.
Things are far from perfect in the land of Daran, even with Chatain gone. Witmara and Betsona need to overcome multiple obstacles to Witmara’s rule. The forces allied against them are very real, including semi-divine entities who would just love to upset the pantheon of the Seven Crowned Gods to become fully divine again. While Rekaré’s ascension to divinity and the demotion of Nitel as Goddess may have appeared to resolve conflicts between the Gods, that isn’t necessarily the case.
Stabilizing Daran is also key to the survival of the Seven Crowned Gods—and, as we’ll see in the next two books of Goddess’s Vision, Vision of Chaos and Vision of Order, that is not so easily done. Not when Daran’s problems go back to its founding, and the malign influences that seek to bring about its final destruction.
Vision of Alliance is available in ebook through all major retailers. It is also available in paperback and hardcover. Find your preferred retailer at the book landing site on my website: https://joycereynolds-ward.com/books/vision-of-alliance/ef7ac7a1-fb6b-4a6b-8c5a-203b9915fda6
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Review copy provided by the publisher.
This is a novella with a whole range of aliens with different language features, wildly different environments, etc. Several of my friends just stopped reading this review to go pre-order or request that their library do so. You are correct, if that is the sort of thing you like, this sure is that thing.
What it does less successfully, I think, is the twist ending. I feel like this is a book that is for people who like science fiction about aliens, but for me, as soon as I knew the premise, I knew the ending, and I was correct. So if you're reading for the aliens, come on in; if you're reading for a clever twist you did not see coming, this is not that novella, that is not where Huang spent time and energy.





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Things are coming together nicely with the Marker boy these days. At nine years old, he’s pretty much settled into being an adult horse. His neck and chest have filled out, and he just doesn’t have that babyish look—while conventional wisdom says that horses are fully mature at age five, in my experience actual physical maturity and, most importantly, mental maturity seems to happen between the ages of seven and nine years.
I remember when this happened with Mocha—there was a day when I looked at her and realized “you’ve grown up.” It happened this fall with Marker—suddenly, it seemed as if my fidgety, pawing, impatient boy was content to stand quietly. Oh, he’s still a bit of a prankster and trickster at heart. There are days when I have to repeatedly tell him to stop playing with the grooming caddy. Just not every day. He’s taken to coming around the end of the pickup (where I saddle him and do the post-ride brushing) to snoop on what I’m doing in the cab (usually changing from helmet to hat, getting cookies, and getting the grooming caddy or putting it away). Again, not every day. But—that’s happening because I don’t tie him up very often anymore. When I do tie him, he’s figured out how to peek through the windows of the canopy so he can somewhat see what I’m doing.
However, I don’t need to hang onto him when bridling or unbridling. He’s not going very far from the cookies in my pocket, for one, and for another, he’s eager to pick up the bit or get his new halter put on. That’s a big change from the old mare, who as soon as the saddle and bridle came off, was ready to beat feet back to the herd. He wants to be with me—which is flattering, really.
With Mocha’s recent loss, I can’t help but compare the two of them.
The big difference between him and Mocha is in under saddle work. I don’t do as much schooling with him as I did with Mocha at this age. For one thing, he’s not the show horse that she was. He doesn’t have that little extra edge that comes out in the arena. I recently reread some of my training blogs from when she was the same age that he is, and…at her first show, she was agitated and worried until she set foot in the warmup arena, and from that moment on, she knew WHY she was there. A far cry from Mr. Boi, who fussed and screamed (literally) in my ear, then, partway through his under saddle class, pitched a fit because he wanted to go OUT and be DONE with this stuff. He’d hit sensory overload and wanted to escape. Which…now I know what I need to work on this coming summer. More event exposures.
But the other reasons I don’t do as much schooling with him as I did with Mocha? For one, when I read those training notes, she was a lot more resistant than he is. Her preference would have been to run, run, run, go as fast as she could, and anything that kept her from doing that often ended up with complaining grunts and escalating tail switching. I have multiple comments about her bucking, bolting, or not wanting to slow down. One of her ancestors, Poco Lena, was notorious for not being amenable to schooling until she had the opportunity to take several laps at high speed. Well, that was Mocha, all right. That, plus it seemed like it would take forty-five minutes of riding to get her to a point where she would settle.
With Marker, what I’ve learned is “no more than four repeats per session” works best for him, unlike needing to work through things to an acceptable result with Mocha. And sometimes I need to break those repeats up with a couple of laps at fox trot to relax him. He’s ready to do things after a short warmup. If I move on after four repeats, then the next time I ask for whatever we schooled before, he shows improvement.
I can trust his judgment about wintertime footing. There’s one stretch of the field where we usually canter. If I feel him start to elevate and quicken his pace, then I know he feels comfortable cantering. But if he doesn’t—he won’t ask for the canter. And he asks, not demands…unlike Mocha, who would take a hard pull and want to run, unless the footing was exceptionally bad. His canter these days is pretty steady and calm, smoother on the left lead than the right (we’re working on that), and while he can take off and gallop, that’s not his preference. Unlike Mocha. Up until her last year under saddle, canter time in the field usually meant I needed to ride her like I was breezing a racehorse, up in the stirrups and a firm hold on her mouth, all the time saying “easy now, steady now, EASY EASY EASY NOW.”
That was The Girl. She loved to thunder, and the saddest thing about her final years was seeing her ability to run fast and hard fade away. She was so proud when she got it together to come cantering to my call the week before her death. But that was just a couple of days, then it was back to trot, then walk, then…well.
Marker, though, prefers his fox trot. He lines out nicely and will quite happily fox trot along for quite a distance. We’ve spent the winter focusing on maintaining a consistent fox trot across rough footing, under saddle. It’s been a good winter for that sort of practice, with inconsistent temperatures and occasional snow or ice.
He’s also doing this on a very soft rein—finding the snaffle bit that works best for him was key, along with going back to my old latigo leather reins. He’s softer on the bit than Mocha ever was, but then again, how much of that was due to the severe injury to her tongue from years ago? I had to be very careful about my bit choices for her as a result of that injury, and there was some paralysis/loss of feeling on the left side of her mouth.
But he’s working more and more off of seat and legs. I’m getting my back loose and getting my legs properly placed—tight hips kind of snuck up on me, leading to a chair seat. So I’ve been working on changing that, along with sitting more upright, with what I think are positive results.
It’s been a productive winter, overall, for the two of us. I’ve been throwing the bareback pad on him occasionally and going for a short jaunt on a triangle strip right-of-way, at walk and fox trot. That’s been good for my seat.
Overall, he’s just plain a pleasure to ride, with the hallmarks of a gaited horse possibly from foundation bloodlines, i.e., true gaits, not necessarily showy, sturdy, sound, the kind of horse capable of carrying a rider long distances over rough terrain at a smooth, steady gait.
The right horse for an elder rider. Mocha was fun when I was younger but…she would be too much horse for me now. Marker, however, is just right.