Monday, March 9th, 2026 06:47 pm
This is a bundle of material for Age of Ambition, an RPG about a fantasy world trying to modernize and adapt to technology and rapid social and political changes following an alien invasion:

https://bundleofholding.com/presents/Ambition


  


I'm not familiar with the rules system, but it looks reasonably playable and layout is good. If you get the complete bundle you're getting a lot for your money including numerous worldbooks and adventures, and the setting is novel enough that players ought to find it interesting. 
Sunday, March 8th, 2026 08:04 am

12 games into our 20-game season, Kodiaks 2 finally notched up a win! We beat Lee Valley Vampires 1-0 last night. That single goal was scored with about ten minutes to go, and it was a long ten minutes, and especially a long last minute on the bench after my final shift, waiting to see if we'd do it. I was literally crying in the post-game huddle and handshake line. This team, this team that we dragged into existence in the face of multiple obstacles, this amazing bunch of women. We won, we won, we won.

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Saturday, March 7th, 2026 01:38 pm
Someone pointed out that the Crocker-McMillin Mansion in New Jersey might be a good model for Wayne Manor. There aren't many good pictures of it that don't come from real estate listings, but I really like what we see and the mix of "classic Edwardian Mansion Stately Home" and also "modernized for current living". So here it is.
Aerial photograph of a mansion and its grounds

Details: built between 1903 and 1907. Three stories, 75 rooms, 50k square feet, on 12.5 acres. Of those 75 rooms, 21 are bedrooms, and 29 are bathrooms. When it was built, there were a lot of other buildings on the estate: greenhouses, barns, stables, a dairy, gatehouse, garage, workshops, and bathhouses on the river. There were nine single houses and four duplexes for employees, and a two-story house for the head gardener. I think most of those other buildings have either been torn down or sold off--the estate was originally around 1k acres, and now you can tell there are a lot of other buildings around.

Pics of the interior )
Saturday, March 7th, 2026 12:26 am
Anyone know why Private Mode might be failing to clear cookies when I close the browser?

(Saving this draft then closing the app to see whether I can reproduce it on Dreamwidth. Yup.)

That's the bug.
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Thursday, March 5th, 2026 12:08 pm

So here I am again, pulling out notes and past writings and assorted research materials, organizing my thoughts and thinking about worldbuilding. 

Guess that didn’t take long. It’s been just over a week since Vision of Alliance’s launch spluttered and crashed, in spite of me doing advance work that included an absolutely marvelous blurb from a writer and friend whose work I respect. Just under a week since I decided that nope, I’m not going to continue with drafting the Goddess’s Vision trilogy, even though I have a somewhat solid outline and 15,000-some words into the second book. 

Sometimes the Universe needs to clobber me with a clue-by-four. Let’s just say that this trilogy has been a real struggle for me and…well…someday I might pick it back up. Or not. I’m not going to let it suck 2026 down the drain, though. Major relief washed over me when I made that decision, which tells me that it was the right choice to make. 

Meanwhile. I’ve been poking at the concept of a SFF/Western crossover for some years now. A big chunk of the Martinieres was about letting me play in that world in a more contemporary/near future setting. However, I’ve been wanting to do more with alternate histories and how could things have gone differently and perhaps better with regard to European expansion into the Pacific Northwest. 

The history of the region where I grew up is deep in my heritage, at least as far as such things go. My mother’s family was among the early Oregon settlers but, unlike the ancestors of a number of other settler descendants I’ve known over the years, they didn’t seem to aspire to fame or notoriety, even at a local, “old family,” level. I like to joke that they deliberately sought out obscurity. There are several family stories claiming good relationships with the Modoc and Klamath peoples—all fairly obscure connections, of course. Hard to say what the truth of it is, and I’m really not in a good position to prove it one way or the other. 

However, I find myself wanting to tell stories in the nineteenth century Oregon Country setting. I suppose it’s something vaguely similar to what John Steinbeck was trying to do with East of Eden (to be honest, I had a high school teacher get me hooked on Steinbeck so he’s been an influence on me for a long time). I’m not as ambitious as Steinbeck, though he has inspired my desire to write about the country where I’ve lived. The land is a living, vibrant character of its own in Steinbeck’s Salinas novels. I’ve found myself drawn to Pacific Northwest writers who evoke that same deep love and knowledge of the land, both realistic and fantastic alike. Ivan Doig. Molly Gloss. Ken Kesey. Mary Emerick. H. L. Davis. A host of others, and…the queen of them all, Ursula K. Le Guin. 

My perspective on writing in this land and this setting isn’t about historical realism. There’s lots of that about. Nor am I particularly interested in writing a historical romance. Science fiction and fantasy is the world I like to play in when I’m writing, and…I had several ideas on tap whispering that it was their turn to come out and play. 

These ideas don’t slot nicely into categories of “Weird West,” “alternate history,” or “steampunk.” Oh, there are elements of all three categories in the two major ideas I have but the notions don’t fit into any one of them. As a result, I’m calling it all “neoWestern fantasy.” The story I’ve picked to work on is set in the world of my Bearing Witness novella, with something malevolent attacking the multiverse at roughly the same time and place in each universe’s history, around the mid-nineteenth century in North America, and the characters are rallying to protect the multiverse’s last refuge, Kalosin, against the baddies. Time travel gets involved because the baddies want to homogenize all the universes in their image, and they are from the far future. One of the characters is a nineteenth century person abducted from her world at a very young age and conditioned to be a time cop for the baddies due to her skill with languages. Then…she finds out the truth and flees to Kalosin. 

Sounds more complicated than it really is, but I’m still building that world. There’s going to be a lot there because I may end up fleshing out some short stories to get a deeper understanding of this particular world. Lots of backstory present, and some of it may well appear in different books. I have a loose idea of what the story is going to be—but where I start it will be what needs to emerge as I rough out my plans and research over the next month. I may start at the beginning…or not. 

In any case, off I go on another worldbuilding adventure. We’ll see where it takes me. I’m planning to share the journey of this novel on an irregular basis, but hoping to shoot for weekly updates. At the moment, it has the working title of Vortex Worlds. But whether that becomes a book title or a series title…remains to be seen. 

(Will the Martinieres sneak into this series, given that it’s a multiverse and by all logic they’d be part of it? Probably not. Oh, Etienne might make a cameo appearance but the Vortex is not the same thing at all.) 

Anyway, right now I’m promoting a bundle on Itch that features several of my women characters with agency. If you haven’t read my work before, it’s a good introduction to several of my series. $18.90 for ten books, or 50% off of individual books. Check it out!

https://itch.io/s/181380/joyces-womens-history-month-special-sampler


Thursday, March 5th, 2026 07:56 am

The university hockey season is nearly over. Huskies have played our last league game (I say 'our' but I was actually playing with Warbirds in a different city at the time), Varsity is coming up Saturday week, and then there's Nationals in April before we move into summer ice training. We had our Varsity dinner on Tuesday in Clare College and I became sharply aware during that evening that all things come to an end and some people will graduate this summer and leave. This is a university, people are always arriving and leaving, but it's nearly thirty years since I first arrived in Cambridge and I'm still not used to friends leaving.

Group photo in Clare College

I love everyone in this photograph (and a couple more teammates who didn't make it to the dinner).

Varsity: Saturday 14 March, tickets go on general sale at noon today, I didn't make the Huskies ("mixed 2nds") Varsity squad but I'm playing in the alumni game and helping out with (at least) Huskies and Women's Blues.

Wednesday, March 4th, 2026 06:04 pm
Starting in an hour,  Ninja Crusade Bundle featuring "the Third Eye Games RPG of ninja, conspiracies, and high-flying martial arts."

https://bundleofholding.com/presents/NinjaCrusade

  

The premise here looks rather a bit like last week's Mists of Akuna but without the steampunk elements, and as with that this really isn't a setting that interests me much, I'm just not knowledgeable enough about ninja and martial arts generally to be interested in running games where they're a major part of the background. Parts of it were in a 2016 bundle, and I wasn't really very interested then either. Having said that it's cheap and presentation looks OK., and they don't refer to multiple Ninja as Ninjas which is a friend's pet peeve about most games that use them...
Wednesday, March 4th, 2026 08:24 am

This is possibly my favourite photo yet of me playing ice hockey:

Photo from an ice hockey game illustrating non-checking doesn't mean non-contact

  1. In women's hockey I am big
  2. We play non-checking, that doesn't mean non-contact. I am entirely legally shoving that attacking player away from the net.
  3. See how far the goalie is from the net? My linemate and I cleared the puck on that occasion. The visiting team scored 20 goals on us (ouch), but not that one.
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Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026 08:28 pm
Hey, if anyone's close to Minoanmiss and hasn't heard recent news and wants to, let me know.
Monday, March 2nd, 2026 07:37 pm
0one Campaign Starters presents interactive .PDF maps and floorplans for ready-made tabletop roleplaying campaigns from 0one Games.

https://bundleofholding.com/presents/CampaignStarters



This isn't really something I need - I don't really do fantasy, and I prefer to make my own maps as I need them, and keep them as minimal as possible. But if it's something you need it could be a good deal.
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Monday, March 2nd, 2026 06:26 pm

I had a little run of "brief meetings with old hockey friends" in the last two weekends. A few words, a hug, sometimes just a wave in passing while we both briefly occupied the same ice rink. All of them put a smile on my face.

Saturday before last was the Varsity matchup between Oxford Vikings A and Cambridge Narwhals at Cambridge rink, before my Kodiaks 2 team played visiting team Invicta Dynamics. Three of my tournament buddies from Biarritz were on the Vikings team. The next day Kodiaks were away at Bristol. I had an expected brief chat with my friend C from Hull camp but also complete surprise appearances from M who coaches Hull camp and goalie J, both of whom are tournament buddies. M was there with the away team for the previous game, J now lives in Bristol, which I theoretically knew but had forgotten.

Saturday just gone I had an evening game in Peterborough with Warbirds. I arrived a bit early and saw the previous game in progress: Phantoms Dev women were playing Streatham Storm Dev (my first ever hockey team). I recognised the jerseys first, and then a bunch of the faces. I dumped my kit in the changing room and went to lurk next to their bench and cheer them on for their last ten minutes. The timing worked out for me to see the end of their game (they won!) and walk with them back to their changing room before I needed to join Warbirds in ours.

Sunday, March 1st, 2026 06:14 pm

Sunday book summaries are my casual log of what I’ve been reading this week. These are not formal reviews. They’re more my reactions and musings as taken from my journal when I complete the reading, and at times will contain notes about how they influence my thoughts on what I’m writing. 

This one has a couple of weeks’ worth of reading, so again…”periodic.” 

Here we go again. Part of March once again looks like it is going to be hectic, so…I may be writing these summaries every couple of weeks or so. Nonetheless, reading is happening. 

Starting off with a book I forgot to add to my notes—Megan Kate Nelson’s Saving Yellowstone. While it had some interesting pieces to it about Yellowstone’s history, parts of that history have come close enough to research I’ve done for a book that I spotted areas where things either got glossed over or not discussed. Unfortunate. I suppose that reflects the reality that much of this history isn’t new to me because I’ve been to Yellowstone and read some of its history. I much preferred her The Three-Cornered War, probably in part because it isn’t an area where I’ve done a bit of reading. 

The other nonfiction I’ve read recently is Hetta Howes’s Poet, Mystic, Widow, Wife. I—somewhat liked this book comparing the lives of four medieval woman—Marie de France, Julian of Norwich, Christine de Pizan, and Margery Kempe. The history and background of what each woman’s everyday life would have looked like is excellent. However. Then Howes tried to sum it up and make this history relevant to modern feminism and…that did not work so well. I’m still not sure why. 

I’m off right now on an author reading binge, spurred by a Libby notice about a new book featuring Alexander McCall Smith (No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency series). As it turns out, Smith wrote a prologue for D. E. Stevenson’s loosely-woven trilogy set in England and Scotland, originally published after World War II and referring to issues from that era. After reading Vittoria Cottage, I was sufficiently enthralled to read the other two books, Music in the Hills and Winter and Rough Weather. 

These books are—well, in this era I guess one would call them a cozy read. They’re kinda sorta romance, in that relationships happen during the course of the books, but they aren’t Romance in the typical plot. Additionally, there’s a wee bit too much coincidence involving some secondary characters and their connections. But they’re a pleasant read. Smith sums up Stevenson’s work as “easy, in the sense that they are clearly written, tell an intelligible tale, and do not seek to impress the reader.” 

I’d concur with that assessment. 

But they’re a nice comfort read right now. Stevenson—Dorothy Emily Stevenson—was related to Robert Louis Stevenson and wrote a book a year for many years. These three books can be read as standalones, but there’s a clear progress. Vittoria Cottage chronicles the life of a new widow of a rather challenging man—not physically abusive but definitely psychologically abusive, and who busily kept isolating those he loved from others. Music in the Hills and Winter and Rough Weather chronicle their son’s exploration of possibly becoming the heir to a relative’s large farm, as well as his romantic endeavors, culminating in his marriage to the love of his life and their early times together. But other romances happen in these last two books which—to some degree adds up with the coincidence overload. A lost family then found, and the uniting of two couples who care for each other but kept finding obstacles to being together are just rather too tightly twined together, depending on the aftereffects of the bombing of Glasgow during World War II. On the other hand, even though I saw these events coming from a long way off, I still didn’t mind being able to figure out the connections. 

However, one piece of characterization I really, really liked was that of Mamie Johnstone. Mamie considers herself to be dull, boring, and not as smart as her sisters. But as the stories progress, we see that Mamie is an excellent observer of behavior and draws reasonably accurate conclusions about what she sees. I loved this study of the interior life of a quiet, retiring woman who is smarter than she gives herself credit for being. Stevenson pulled off a portrayal that works for me, and it’s the sort of character that can be quite difficult to do well, without falling into cliché. 

So I’m moving on to other Stevenson books, and have Listening Valley up next. 

When I was sorting and reshelving books a couple of weeks ago, I found one of my favorite Terry Pratchett Discworld books, Men at Arms. It’s an excellent book overall, but one of the things that make it stand out (not just the famous boot discussion from Vimes) is the deconstruction of the Chosen One trope. Captain Carrot is a descendant of the kings of Ankh-Morpork…and he’s not at all interested in stepping up to that role. Some might say that Carrot doesn’t know about his ancestry, but I definitely think he does. 

This is also the book where we start seeing other species appearing in the Night Watch, including one of my favorites, Angua, the werewolf. Always a nice read. 

Years ago, I had an obsession with the Inklings and tried to branch out from Tolkien and Lewis to read Charles Williams. I read most of Williams’s work, and found parts of it confusing. Well, I revisited The Greater Trumps, and…I’m just not into that sort of mystical stream-of-consciousness work anymore, if in fact I really was into it in the first place. It went on the “discard” pile. I still have a couple other Williams books, so I might give them a try once more. 

Because I’m contemplating working on a multiverse/time travel book, I picked up Fritz Leiber’s The Big Time. Weeell, the Suck Fairy didn’t hit this one too badly, all things considered, but…there were several threads that could have been used to expand the story a bit. Stereotypical characters, and I can’t help but think that a later short story set in the Spiders vs Snakes time war was much better, overall. Now I’ve gotta go dig that one out of the collection. In any case, this book is very much a product of its era. 

That’s pretty much it. Besides the Stevenson, I am reading Stephanie Burgis’s Enchanting the Fae Queen. We’ll see how that one goes. 

If you like what you’ve read, please feel free to check out my books on my website at https://www.joycereynolds-ward.com or drop a tip at my Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/joycereynoldsward


Sunday, March 1st, 2026 04:22 pm
I've had a nice quiet week and a nice quiet weekend and I still don't want to go to work tomorrow. Alas. However, I have caught up with the ironing (my nemesis) and changed the bed and washed the bedding and done as much other laundry as I could fit onto the racks, done some start-of-month admin chores, visited my mother with flowers for her birthday tomorrow (the family celebration is going to be a joint birthday / Mothers' Day affair next weekend, but I felt I ought to!), and eaten some good garlic bread, so it's going OK. Also, my new clothes all fit, and I have thrown out various ratty items which are now replaced, which is nice! And I'm wearing the new hoodie, which is very cosy.

I had a very strange dog encounter this week. I was coming back from my asthma check-up when I noticed that someone was walking a dog on the other side of the road that was staring at me super-intensely. There were parked cars on that side, and every time it got to the gap between two cars it would turn and STARE. Then I crossed over, and it turned around to stare at me some more. The walker was trying to pull it along, so it started turning around and then lying down so it could keep staring at me. Eventually I passed them, and it just lay there and STARED as I went past. They overtook me again going up to the footbridge, but I could hear him saying "stop turning around!" to the dog after they got out of sight, and when I came down the other side it spotted me and turned around and lay down to stare again. It was honestly hilarious - it wasn't barking or anything like that, so I didn't feel intimidated; I couldn't tell how it felt about me, but it was fixated. Genuinely no idea what was going on in that dog's brain.

Our retired conductor S was back for the rehearsal last week, and it was nice to see him, but also really weird after spending the last couple of months auditioning new people! I felt much more aware than usual of his habits and quirks, instead of them just being the baseline that everyone else is compared to. It's going to be a relatively informal concert, with some fun tunes (I'm a sucker for Rutter's The Lord Bless You And Keep You and I don't mind admitting it). But this week we're starting the Brahms German Requiem, which is epic but awesome, so I'm looking forward to that.
Sunday, March 1st, 2026 08:00 am

Books on pre-order:

  1. Platform Decay (Murderbot 8) by Martha Wells (5 May)
  2. Radiant Star (Imperial Radch) by Ann Leckie (12 May)
  3. Unrivaled (Game Changers 7) by Rachel Reid (1 Jun 2027)

The release of the third Heated Rivalry book - which was only announced in January after the TV adaptation got wildly popular - is pushed back by eight months. I'm assuming this is to allow Rachel Reid more time to finish it and/or engage with the adaptation of the second book, The Long Game.

Books acquired in February: none (wow)

Borrowed books read in February:

  1. The Hidden Oracle (Trials of Apollo 1) by Rick Riordan [3]
  2. Camp Half-Blood Confidential by Rick Riordan [3]
  3. The Dark Prophecy (Trials of Apollo 2) by Rick Riordan [3]
  4. The Burning Maze (Trials of Apollo 3) by Rick Riordan [3]
  5. The Tyrant's Tomb (Trials of Apollo 4) by Rick Riordan [3]
  6. Camp Jupiter Confidential by Rick Riordan [3]
  7. The Tower of Nero (Trials of Apollo 5) by Rick Riordan [3]
  8. The Singer of Apollo (Percy Jackson and the Olympians 5.5) by Rick Riordan

It's been a really intense month, mostly with ice hockey commitments, so what reading I have managed has been entirely the ongoing Riordan read-through. Trials of Apollo successfully grows Apollo from intensely irritating in the first few chapters of the first book to someone I cried over in the last book. Plus I have now watched both seasons of the Disney+ adaptation of Percy Jackson and the Olympians and oh boy do I have Opinions, especially on the second season. They get a lot of details right, the casting is excellent, and yet they get the heart of the story so so wrong. (Will I still watch season 3 when it comes out? Probably! Maybe they won't mess it up as badly?)

Anyway. Onward into March.

[3] Physical book

Saturday, February 28th, 2026 11:00 am
I'm dropping a series.

Vision of Alliance is doing incredibly bad in its first week of sales. Like horrifically, AWFULLY bad. This is an epic fantasy with a young empress trying to fix the messes left by her predecessors, and with a disabled but still powerful protagonist.

This is in spite of getting a MARVELOUS promotional quote from Alma Alexander, who LOVED the book.

In spite of dozens of people saying "Oh yeah! I'll read that!"

In spite of advance promotion and significant effort on my part. It doesn't help that Barnes and Noble, my biggest vendor, is still processing the book after eight days. EIGHT DAYS.

I don't want advice or excuses for what's happening. At this point, given the struggles I've had to make Goddess's Vision work as a trilogy, I'm done. Cooked. Stick a fork in me, I should be well-done. This trilogy is obviously broken. So rather than throw away the rest of 2026 on writing something that the market clearly doesn't want, or giving away multiple copies that no one will read in hopes that will create a buzz, I'm moving on.

Given current events, and the US administration's apparent desire to replicate elements of the Netwalk Sequence series, I'm going to promote those books. The technology is much better these days, so I'm going to redo two novellas from the first Netwalk book, Life in the Shadows, in illustrated form. I thought it was a good idea ten years ago, and...well, tech is better these days, plus I have better pictures.

I might even write a few new stories in that world. Who knows?

Meanwhile, it seems that my brain wants to play with a Western/SFF crossover set in the Pacific Northwest during the 19th century. Which...has its own issues. But there's also a multiverse version, an extension of my Bearing Witness novella that features time and multiverse travel, that's kinda poking at me as well.

Maybe it's time to find out more about Kalosin, again.

Saturday, February 28th, 2026 05:17 pm

Both finals ended up being USA-Canada. Both finals I expected USA were more likely to win, actually wanted Canada to win, felt it was possible Canada might actually win for a majority of the game, only to have USA win in 3v3 OT. I didn't manage to watch either game entirely conventionally.

The women's final was on at the same time as Women's Blues "strength and conditioning" at the university sports centre. (The team gets an hour a week in term time in the Team Training Room, supervised by a personal trainer who's developed a programme for us to follow that's tailored to the needs of ice hockey. I love it, it's such a great perk of playing for the university.) My friend C and I arrived early and asked Will the PT to get the game up on the big screen, so we could follow it while we trained, and it was very exciting. A hardcore of about six of us then watched the last five minutes or so of the second period on a laptop at the end of the room, and then scattered at speed to bike to our respective destinations before the third period started.

The men's final took place while I was driving a large vehicle full of Kodiaks to Bristol (nine people: eight players with kits, one coach). My phone was paired to the car sound system, and I had the iPlayer coverage playing through it from our last pickup point (because obviously I didn't want to be messing with my phone while on the motorway). We had about half an hour of curling commentary that we only half-listened to, and then I turned up the volume for the game itself. With excellent timing, the game-winning goal was scored when we were a few minutes away from arriving at Bristol ice rink. I would still like to watch back at least the highlights of the game and actually see the bits of skating that had the commentators get especially excited.

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Friday, February 27th, 2026 07:16 pm
Magical horses are a challenge to write. Oh, probably not so much for the non-equestrian, but for those of us with horses who want to include horse with magic in our fantasy books? The pitfalls are many, because some of the tropes involving magic horses are just plain wrong. Unfortunately, trying to write accurate horses who just happen to possess magical ability means in some cases that the writer goes screeching up against what non-equestrians think they should be like. 

Part of this has to do with a certain—how should I put it?—mythology about horses that gets perpetuated in popular media, with multiple facets. One element says that horses are wise. A source for human emotional healing. All-knowing. Perfectly behaved. 

(I can visualize Marker and his herd issuing a massive horse laugh at that last one, with Mocha chiming in from beyond the horizon.) 

Sure, horses can have a very positive effect on troubled people. There’s nothing particularly mystical about this—despite what Hollywood would have you think, horses’ primary communication mode is not endless whinnying but rather very subtle non-verbal conversations. Body language. Scent. Touch. Hearing. Additionally, no matter what gender they are, some horses have a very nurturing side and will “mother up” easily with a person or other animal in distress. Ask me about Mocha and her elk baby sometime. Or the case of a tough gelding who, nonetheless, ended up being a babysitter to several weanlings at the ranch last fall for a short period. 

Of course there’s the flip side of the mythology, where horses are essentially animated motorcycles, with no need for attention and care and can gallop on forever. Equally problematic. 

Then there’s the Black Stallion trope. Oh lordy, the Black Stallion trope. The untamable, wild stallion (why is it always a stallion???), either black or pinto or palomino, who nonetheless is soothed and tamed by The Right Person and no one else. Granted, some of us are good at making one-person horses (um, yeah, well, I kinda have this history), and this particular trope does have some roots in reality—those of us with family who used to work with farm horses can come up with a few of those examples, as can any number of trainers working with high-level performance horses. But a real-life one-person horse is not like the Black Stallion. Other people can handle that horse but that horse’s best performance and best behavior will always be for their one particular person. 

The thing that gets me the most about most fantasy depictions of horses, magical or otherwise, is the lack of humor and playfulness. That’s a huge omission for me because so many of the horses I’ve dealt with in my life have been practical jokers and/or playful. The equine sense of humor is roughly equivalent to that of an eleven-year-old human boy—crude, somewhat rude at times, and depending heavily on pratfalls. My old Sparkle mare was quite fond of getting a big mouthful of water and dribbling it on me, and delighted in those moments when she caught me out (I was usually careful to stand clear of her). Or a young horse will pick something up and chase pasturemates with it—and the scarier the item is to the other horses, the more fun it is. Marker likes to play with the grooming caddy, and there’s a mischievous twinkle in his eye when he does it. At my old barn, there were several horses whose idea of fun was to escape their stalls, then go up and down the stable alleyway turning on water faucets. They will tease each other until play fighting and/or a rousing session of herd galloping breaks out. I’ve known several horses who liked having their tongue played with—they would stick it out, wait for the human to gently tug at it, then roll their tongue around before sticking it out for another round. My old mare Mocha, when on stall confinement for an injury, managed to pull her grain bucket out of the wall and put her salt block in it.

Anyway. Enough ranting, let’s talk about daranvelii (plural, daranval for singular), aka my magical horses. They’re a particular breed of magic-gifted horse with the ability to augment human magic. They also have a floating fast gallop that is not only smoother than that of a regular horse but faster than most. Their lifespan is generally thirty to forty years, unless injured or ill. 

The daranvelii stronger in magic are also capable of mindspeech with humans, which can range in complexity from simple images to full language usage. Of course, since this is telepathic, the question of whether the daranval in question is actually speaking a human language or if the mechanics of telepathy handwave the difference is…I’m coming down on the side that the meaning is what is conveyed and that it is not the daranval speaking in human language. 

Daranvelii have the Court of Stallions (which includes geldings) and the Gathering of Mares. Humans don’t know much about what happens in the Court or the Gathering because daranvelii keep this private. What is known is that daranvelii rank each other not only in their individual herds in the usual manner of horse herd hierarchies, but for all daranvelii on a continent, based on magical skill. The higher-ranked daranvelii may speak to each other across further distances than they can speak to their bonded humans, and may frequently advise each other about significant magical happenings in a nation. Humans bonded to a particular daranval may feel a faint buzzing sensation in their head when their daranval is engaged in private communication with another daranval. 

Generally, daranvelii bond to one person. Doesn’t mean that others can’t handle them, just that this is the person with whom they work magic. For example, Katerin ea Miteal uses her daranvelii in her capacity as a Healer, where she asks them to “sniff, look, tell” about aches, fevers, and injuries. She has had three daranvelii, two of whom we see in the Goddess’s Honor series. Heinmyets has had one daranval, Elantai, famous for his speed and magical strength. While human and daranval may casually mindspeak—Katerin’s daranval Mira was infamous for her visualization of buffalo dung covering anything and anyone who offended her—major magical workings involve a direct connection between them and a recitation of their combined names—Humananddaranval from the human; Daranvalandhuman from the daranval. That particular spellcasting cements the melding of the two minds. The human directs the spell; the daranval provides magical strength and support. 

Age of daranval bonding varies. In some cases, a daranval may be fully mature before they bond with a human. In others, such as Witmara and her daranval Daro, they bond around the time that the daranval is weaned from their dam. Most of the time daranvelii choose their partners. It is rare for a daranval presented as a gift to choose the human they were given to; in those situations it is usually the circumstance that the daranval has come to maturity and rejected other possible bondmates. This was the case with Alicira and her daranval Narasin, featured in the Goddess’s Honor series. 

The death of either bondmate is traumatizing to the surviving partner above and beyond typical mourning, because it is a severance of a magical connection. In some cases surviving daranvelii and humans have been known to engage in self-destructive behaviors until they either die or form a new bond with another partner. 

And yes, daranvelii have a sense of humor and playfulness. Mira with her visualizations of buffalo dung. Multiple human bondmates have reported the sensation that their daranval is laughing at them, especially if there’s a group of daranvelii—apparently daranvelii like to gossip as much as people do. The daranval featured in Vision of Alliance, Nameless, is a known trickster who plays pranks on his herdmates and the humans who care for him. He will let himself out of whatever stall or pen he is in and go where he pleases, and he’ll tease other daranvelii and horses into a chase game. Despite his disabilities, he can still dodge and turn more quickly than many other equines.

I could go on…but check out the books! The first book of Goddess’s Vision, Vision of Alliance, is currently available through all major retailers. 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 
Friday, February 27th, 2026 08:46 am
I never actually posted my Yuletide fic here, and it's almost March. Way behind. But anyway, I had fun with it, so enjoy!

Title: What Abigail And Ione Did That January
Author: [personal profile] beatrice_otter 
Fandom: Rivers of London
Characters: Abigail Kamara/Ione Seaton, Thomas Nightingale, Peter Grant
Written For: Chrome in Yuletide 2025
Summary: Ione comes down for a visit after Christmas. But a quiet visit is not in the cards when there is a missing persons case to be solved.


I am standing in Euston Station, and it's even worse of a madhouse than I expected it to be. But I'm so excited I'm not even bothered by the crush of tourists with roller bags who seem determined to run me over as they dash to catch their trains. Ione is coming, and though we've talked on the phone almost every day, it's been months since we said goodbye in Scotland.

I want to know if she smells as good as I remember. I want to know if her skin feels as good as I remember. I'm almost afraid I've built her up, in my head, to such a peak of perfection, that I'll be disappointed to see her again and find she's just a girl.

But if I were going to let my fear control me, I wouldn't be a wizard now. I'd never have survived the house on Hampstead Heath, or the Robinette kidnapping, or the wyvern up in Glasgow. And I'd never have gotten to kiss Ione. )
Friday, February 27th, 2026 09:10 am

for your latest work: Not Pounded By This T-Rex On The USA Men’s Hockey Team Because It Turns Out He’s A MAGA Dork

(I had a full body "you go here TOO?" reaction when I saw that title, haha)

If you've managed to avoid being aware of the latest way men's hockey has been highly disappointing, please continue in blissful ignorance and/or consider watching a PWHL game this weekend, but I'll take this moment of crossover fandom for the comfort it is.

Thursday, February 26th, 2026 05:08 pm
The series that Vision of Alliance kicks off, Goddess’s Vision, is my second series set in the world of the Seven Crowned Gods. Why Seven Crowned Gods? Because for the most part, they are universally recognized throughout that world as the major deities.

How each God or Goddess is worshiped varies from land to land, but several factors remain the same. There are always Seven. The Seven have acolytes whose titles and roles may differ from God-to-God and land-to-land. While reincarnation is accepted as reality in some of the lands of the Seven Crowned Gods, it is not a universal constant. For example, the only nations of Varen that accept reincarnation are Saubral and Keratil. Conversely, reincarnation—at least a partial form of reincarnation, where elements of a person’s essence may be reborn—is held to be true in Daran and its subject nations.

The Gods will often elevate trusted deceased followers to be their Voices and Messengers to the living. This role does not go on for eternity but for an unspecified period of time—frequently, a Voice or Messenger retains their role as long as one or two generations of the living, then they move on to an unspecified fate. Some Voices or Messengers may reincarnate as Guardians of places that hold particular magical significance and become ageless and enduring, living long beyond a typical human lifespan—for example, Imnari of Wickmasa, who protects that particular Gods-haunted village in the Varenese nation of Keldara. This tends to happen most often in the nations of Varen and in the nation of Ternar amongst the subject states of Daran. Nenanim of Waykemin, though made temporarily mindless as a kendar minost—an expedient one—by the Witches of Waykemin, may be another example.

Gods can be deposed if they choose to work against their siblings or exploit their human followers. It is rare that this happens, and is usually tied to a human sorcerer’s attempt to make themselves a God. The most recent examples are the Outcast God, who sought to elevate himself above all other Gods as the only God to be worshiped, and the Goddess Nitel, the Outcast God’s former consort, who tried to do the same in the name of her strongest follower, Chatain, Emperor of Daran. Chatain was not the only human ruler who sought Nitel’s patronage in an attempt to elevate themselves to the divine. An unnamed sorcerer in Waykemin tried to do the same thing, leading to Terani-the-God-Killer banishing Nitel’s divine presence from Waykemin. Zauril en Ralsem had the same ambition, leading the Darani Emperor Dunaran to distract Zauril by sending him to Varen with the goal of expanding Darani colonies there. When Zauril’s efforts failed, he attempted to force the issue by forcing himself on the heir to the land of Medvara, Alicira, hoping to create a sorcerer sufficiently powerful to ascend to Godhood and perhaps also elevate him as well.

Zauril failed, but his daughter Rekaré succeeded—in part due to her sacrifice to ensure that Witmara ea Miteal became the Empress of Daran.

The current makeup of the Seven Crowned Gods and the months named after them are as follows:

Artel the Judge. Head of the Seven Crowned Gods, he is often the patron of those in authority. To him falls the honor of the first month of the year after Winter Solstice, Artel’s Judgment. His anointed acolytes also frequently serve as those who hear disputes between community members, and bear the special title of shaman. Artel adjudicates specific disputes between the Gods, and his word is law.

Staul the Balancer/Staul the Destroyer—The only God with an acknowledged dual nature, the balance between chaos and order is Staul’s focus. His benign side is acknowledged as the Balancer. However, when destruction and doom become dominant, then the Destroyer side of Staul rides rampant over the lands. A manifestation of the Destroyer is never a good thing. Staul’s acolytes often help ease the dying to make the transition between life and death. They are considered to be priests, and frequently record community events as well as the weather, as part of observing the Balance.

Staul is also the lover of Dovré. Three months bear his name—Staul’s Dream, the month that follows Artel’s Judgment. Springtime two months later is celebrated as the month that Staul and Dovré first became lovers, and is called The Dance of Staul and Dovré. Staul’s last honored month is the first month of autumn, the month of the autumn equinox, and is called Staul’s Shadow to reflect the shortening days as winter approaches.

Dovré the Golden—Patroness of healers and powerful women. Dovré guides those women who are placed in positions of power, and expresses her healing side through her support of healers—this last is best known in the lands of Varen. She is usually considered to be a gentle Goddess, but when her wrath is awakened—watch out! Even Staul will falter in the face of her anger, which can be greater than Artel’s and Staul’s combined.

Two months bear her name—the month following Staul’s Dream, known as Dovré’s Awakening, then the following month that she shares with Staul, the celebration of their romance.

Terat of the Waters—Patroness of all those who travel the waters as well as lakes, springs, seeps, and the sap flowing in the plants of all the lands. She is especially beloved of the Sorcerer-Captains who sail the ocean in the magical sailships. Little is known about the ritual by which a petitioner can become a Sorcerer-Captain, except that it involves much study and a significant apprenticeship before the final ceremony where the candidate either succeeds—or never returns from Terat’s waters. The two months dedicated to Terat are the month following the Dance, Terat’s Tears, named for the rains that hopefully fall within that month, and the month following Staul’s Shadow, Terat’s Awakening, reflecting her ascension as Goddess during the autumn.

Rekaré the Wise/ The Lady of Sorrow—The newest member of the Seven Crowned Gods. Rekaré is the patroness of those who sorrow as well as those who seek wisdom. A powerful sorcerer in life, she abdicated her role as Leader of Medvara when she brought about the name and curse of Kinslayer after killing a close cousin who brought about the deaths of several of Rekaré’s close family. In that role of Kinslayer, Rekaré negotiated the unification of the lands of Varen through earning the loyalty of the Shadowwalkers of Saubral, becoming their benghaalph or prophet, the One Spoken Of.

Rekaré was raised in the Two Nations, Keldara and Clenda. Her mother Alicira was one of the Three Leaders of the Two Nations, part of a threefold bond with Heinmyets of Keldara and Inharise of Clenda. Heinmyets served as her Heartfather, a surrogate for her father Zauril, and Inharise was her Heartmother. Her months are the one containing the Summer Solstice, Rekaré’s Dreaming, and the one after Terat’s Awakening, Rekaré’s Shadow.

Karnoi of War—Twin to Cirdel, son of the Outcast God and the Goddess Nitel. Karnoi thrives in heat and flames, often expressing himself in great thunderstorms that kick off massive wildfires in forested areas. Along with Cirdel, he frequently manifests in the form of a wolf leading a pack that contains their dead acolytes. While Karnoi often feuds with most of the other Gods, his greatest loyalty is to his sister Cirdel. They are often the tools of the other Gods when vengeance is required. His month is the one after the Summer Solstice, Karnoi’s Dance, and he shares the month of Winter Solstice with his sister Cirdel, Karnoi and Cirdel’s Hunt. Their actions seek to bring offenders to Artel’s judgment. Along with Cirdel, the only children of Gods in the Seven Crowned Gods.

Cirdel of Chaos—Twin to Karnoi, daughter of the Outcast God and the Goddess Nitel. Chaotic, whimsical, and above all else unpredictable, Cirdel brings the random judgment of fate upon those who turn their faces away from the Gods. Those who seek chaos also fear overstepping their bounds and bringing about her judgment—in many ways, Cirdel takes after her mother Nitel in her pitiless pursuit of wrongdoers. Her months are Cirdel’s Judgment, the month of high summer after Karnoi’s Dance, and the shared month with Karnoi, Karnoi and Cirdel’s Hunt. Cirdel is often cited as a seducer of those contemplating wrongdoing, and leading them willy-nilly down her chaotic path to destruction. And yet those appearances of hers are frequently false manifestations.

Cirdel on her own is particularly beloved of the Wild Riders and Sorcerers of Daran’s Western Grasslands, because she reflects so much of the chaotic nature of that land.

This is but a brief introduction to the Seven Crowned Gods—or at least, all that they’re willing to share of themselves with me at this time. To discover more, check out the first book of Goddess’s Vision, Vision of Alliance, currently available through all major retailers. 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

Given the poor response so far to this book, unless I start seeing more interest, I will not be planning to continue working further on this trilogy. I’ll probably pick it up later on but right now, it appears that there’s no particular interest in epic fantasy with a protagonist who has a disability, much less a story about a female Empress struggling with her land’s magic.