BLACK SALT QUEEN, non-Western woman-led fantasy for successful (self-)gifting

BLACK SALT QUEEN (Letters from Maynara #1)
SAMANTHA BANSIL
Bindery Books | Violetear (non-affiliate Bookshop.org link)
$3.99 ebook, available now

Rating: 4.75* of five

The Publisher Says: There can be no victory without betrayal.

Hara Duja Gatdula, queen of the island nation of Maynara, holds the divine power to move the earth. But her strength is failing and the line of succession gives her little comfort. Her heir, Laya, is a danger—a petty and passionate princess who wields the enormous power of the skies with fickle indifference. Circling the throne is Imeria Kulaw—the matriarch of a traitorous rival family who wields recklessly enhanced powers of her own—with designs to secure a high-ranking position for her son and claim the crown for her family. Each woman has a secret weakness—a lover, a heartbreak, a lie. But each is willing to pay the steepest price to bring down her rivals once and for all.

Filled with passion, romance, betrayal, and divine magic, Black Salt Queen journeys to a gorgeous precolonial island nation where women—and secrets—reign.

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My Review: Filipina Author Bansil gives us a gorgeously written, beautifully described fantasy epic in a secondary world that feels fresh to me. I'm not the biggest reader of fantasy...I've lost fifty pounds!...but mostly it's because I am *mortally*tired* of Eurocentric settings that retell European history plus magic. I'm old, I studied history, I read about history, so I'm maybe a bit jaded because I read mostly European slants on the world's broad sweep of history. The problem with being an Anglophone reader is it has too little variety of subject and viewpoint. We need more translated non-fiction, fiction, trashy novels, sci fi...everything.

This book doesn't need to be translated, nor does it need to be viewed through any lens but that of fantasy worldbuilding. It's rooted in precolonial Philippine culture, adding fantasy elements; this is a part of world history I'll bet big money most of my fellow old white people have less knowledge of this cultural milieu than they do of Middle Earth...very few of y'all need any context to know who Bilbo, Frodo, Gandalf, Legolas are or represent.

Getting onto fantasy worlds requires investing into the worldbuilding required for you to feel mise-en-scène. When someone doesn't enjoy that process' iteration in a particular work, they call it "infodumping." The first third or so of this story is more worldbuilding and conflict-establishing narrative. I enjoyed it, though I know the pace suffers for its necessary thoroughness. (The drug, akin to Dune's spice, that enables the powerful to wield their powers, is more present than the powers themselves.) Shorthand available to Eurocentric story settings isn't ready to hand here.

My favorite quality of the story told here, first in a projected series that I very much want to happen, is that every power-wielding woman in this story is aware of her power's cost, to her and to those she uses it for and on. They are women, not girls learning the ropes as is so deeply, tediously common. They've ruled their world for a while, they're now being responsible and planning for the succession to power as they realize mortality is no longer distant. Imeria and Duja are shrewd, flawed people with many problems to solve, many characters to assess, many judgments to render. (Note to Duja: think twice about your idea of Laya.)

I would give the book all five stars but for the straight "romance" building up for Laya. It's not gonna work out, which is not my problem with it; it's that the two are waaay too young to be in this situation and Duja is, perhaps calculatedly, not helping Laya figure anything out. It's a niggle, really, because I can certainly see why this happens; it's just...well...to me, it's brutal to play with people you *can* help out.

So that's my missing quarter star explained. I think, on balance, I'd eagerly push this story at fantasy readers fourteen and up, slightly more to women than men. Any younger giftee whose taste you're passingly familiar with would be a good target for receiving one.

THE DEVILS (The Devils #1) opens a fun alternate-Europe fantasy series...optioned by James Cameron!

THE DEVILS (The Devils #1)
JOE ABERCROMBIE (illus. John Anthony di Giovanni)
Tor Books (non-affiliate Bookshop.org link)
$14.99 ebook, available now

FINALIST for the 2026 Locus Award for FANTASY NOVEL!

Rating: 4* of five

The Publisher Says: Holy work sometimes requires unholy deeds.

Brother Diaz has been summoned to the Sacred City, where he is certain a commendation and grand holy assignment awaits him. But his new flock is made up of unrepentant murderers, practitioners of ghastly magic, and outright monsters, and the mission he is tasked with will require bloody measures from them all in order to achieve its righteous ends.

Elves lurk at our borders and hunger for our flesh, while greedy princes care for nothing but their own ambitions and comfort. With a hellish journey before him, it's a good thing Brother Diaz has the devils on his side.

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My Review: Lord Grimdark retunes his scabbard to launch a new fantasy series. It's one helluva ride, rising six hundred pages of scatology, dirty deeds, and mayhem. In short, Joe Abercrombie/Lord Grimdark at his grimdark best.

The Suicide Squad vibe, the gallows humor and banter between the villainous, heroic, and amoral-sexpot elements of the dramatis personae, and the hectic pace of the action all conspire to keep the pages flipping. The alternate-history vibes...there's a Troy but not a Rome?...make each characters' accustomed place in The Gang just that little bit off from here your experienced readers' radar says it ought to be. You'll know inside fifty pages if the tone works for you. What's likely to drive most of y'all off is the relentless onslaught of poo references. That wore my nerve one whole stars'-worth.

What I loved was Brother Diaz whose position as the vicar of the Chapel of the Holy Expediency, a secret society within the church that answers only to her holiness the pope (all of ten years old!) set to deliver the (unwilling) heiress to the imperial throne to take up her mantle (off the shoulders of the current occupant and her four sons, who have opinions about the effort), and if possible keep her extremely base origins from leaking out, as they scraped her literally out of a gutter. Keeping their Viking warrior comadre (not comrade; look it up) from shagging everything/one on the way there, and arriving before her monthly curse arrives. Werewolves don't tend to be good guardians of empresses. (Nor do anthropophagic elves, another gang member who's not intuitively part of the party but serves a function I won't spoil.)

For me, the battle scenes aren't as much fun as they are for Author Grimdark's more committed fans. This is an across-the-board observation appertaining to the gentleman's œuvre entire, so is not grounds for destarring this story. He is delivering the goods as demanded here, though I suspect even his most self-gratifying fans will be hard (!)-pressed to get all the way through the sea battle in the middle.

I enjoyed the trip to Troy a butt-hair less than the story after they reached Troy, when either Author Grimdark reached optimal operating temperature for his story engine or I just finally developed my poo-shedding coating. Whatever it was, that last fifth of the story was more fun than the rest for me. It was at this juncture I finally got the why of the very recent news that James Cameron's Lightstorm Entertainment production house has optioned film rights. The current plan calls for Cameron, busy making Avatar content for December 2025 release just now, to co-develop the screenplay with Author Grimdark.

I spent big parts of the read wondering how Cameron could do this with the swearing and the absolute mountains of poo...the Troy happened, and yeah, I see it.

I do not think the, um, the sensitive reader will disfruit this lectorial exercise. I do not recommend it for those who do not resonate like banged gongs to irreverence toward authority temporal and/or spiritual. If a happy day's reading is spoiled for you by the sudden, ghastly death of some character you enjoyed following, avoid all Abercrombie work and start with this one.

If you cannot read the death scene of Little Nell in The Old Curiosity Shop without laughing à la Oscar Wilde, OTOH, this book has a very good chance of keeping you amused and entertained.

I laughed.