A Coalition of Lions
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starladyWein, Elizabeth E. A Coalition of Lions. New York: Firebird Books, 2003.
oyceter commented to me that these books remind her quite a lot of Megan Whalen Turner's Eugenides books, and I unequivocally agree; consider that a recommendation. That is just about all the reaction--and praise--that I can in good conscience leave outside of a spoiler cut.
This book, the sequel to A Winter Prince, which I liked very much, takes a complete 90ยบ turn from its predecessor and finds Princess Goewin fleeing Britain for the dubious sanctuary of the allied empire of Aksum, in present-day Ethiopia. I appreciated that Wein started with the "rocks fall, everyone dies" development rather than leaving it for the end, but it did make for a bit of a wrenching beginning.
What's front and center as always, though, is the characters and their profound struggles not only to know who they are but to know what they must do and who they are in the places they find themselves. Goewin is a sympathetic narrator, and I like that, as before with Medraut, it takes the reader a while to figure out that she isn't entirely reliable, or rather, that we're so completely wrapped up in her perspective that we can't see when she's wrong, or misjudging those around her, or even really that everything she does is shadowed by wrenching grief. This book also introduces the incredible Telemakos, the son of Medraut and his Aksumite lover Turunesh, and--what can I say? He entrances Goewin instantly, and the reader along with her; he steals every scene and draws every eye, and not merely because, being Medraut's son, he has hair the color of palest fire, and eyes as blue as the sky. He reminds me a bit of Darryl from Diane Duane's Young Wizards books, actually, not because of his skin color, but because both Telemakos and Darryl fairly blaze with a ferocious innocence, an innocence that isn't fully innocent. It's hard to describe; like Carl tells Nina in A Wizard Alone, it's a virtue, it's a form of strength.
In a world aligned properly Goewin would of course be able to take up her father's crown and throne as high queen of Britain, and while she doesn't let her gender define her, she's quietly realistic about the constraints it places on her, and on the limits of what she can do to work around it or to turn it to her advantage. Wein's portrayal of Aksum is similarly nuanced and sympathetic, and her characters achingly real. I can't wait for the next book, The Sunbird.
oyceter commented to me that these books remind her quite a lot of Megan Whalen Turner's Eugenides books, and I unequivocally agree; consider that a recommendation. That is just about all the reaction--and praise--that I can in good conscience leave outside of a spoiler cut. This book, the sequel to A Winter Prince, which I liked very much, takes a complete 90ยบ turn from its predecessor and finds Princess Goewin fleeing Britain for the dubious sanctuary of the allied empire of Aksum, in present-day Ethiopia. I appreciated that Wein started with the "rocks fall, everyone dies" development rather than leaving it for the end, but it did make for a bit of a wrenching beginning.
What's front and center as always, though, is the characters and their profound struggles not only to know who they are but to know what they must do and who they are in the places they find themselves. Goewin is a sympathetic narrator, and I like that, as before with Medraut, it takes the reader a while to figure out that she isn't entirely reliable, or rather, that we're so completely wrapped up in her perspective that we can't see when she's wrong, or misjudging those around her, or even really that everything she does is shadowed by wrenching grief. This book also introduces the incredible Telemakos, the son of Medraut and his Aksumite lover Turunesh, and--what can I say? He entrances Goewin instantly, and the reader along with her; he steals every scene and draws every eye, and not merely because, being Medraut's son, he has hair the color of palest fire, and eyes as blue as the sky. He reminds me a bit of Darryl from Diane Duane's Young Wizards books, actually, not because of his skin color, but because both Telemakos and Darryl fairly blaze with a ferocious innocence, an innocence that isn't fully innocent. It's hard to describe; like Carl tells Nina in A Wizard Alone, it's a virtue, it's a form of strength.
In a world aligned properly Goewin would of course be able to take up her father's crown and throne as high queen of Britain, and while she doesn't let her gender define her, she's quietly realistic about the constraints it places on her, and on the limits of what she can do to work around it or to turn it to her advantage. Wein's portrayal of Aksum is similarly nuanced and sympathetic, and her characters achingly real. I can't wait for the next book, The Sunbird.