The Raven Tower
by Ann Leckie
I can't believe I didn't review this! I was apprehensive because I've lowkey hated most of the fantasy I've tried to read in the last few years, but Leckie takes a much more sci fi approach to fantasy, which fucking rules: What if there are gods and everything they say comes true?
It's a lot more than that premise---it's also a story about human foibles and (in a weird way) a "coming of age" story about the main character,
We named our kombucha mother The Myriad, which might be the gayest sentence ever written.