As fully grown adults who pay taxes and shop for our own groceries, heading into the fantasy section of our local bookshop can feel like a thankless task. Instead of thick volumes of leather-bound literature, we’re met with poorly designed covers featuring anthropomorphic fantastical creatures romantically intertwined with one another.
Since the Twilight craze of the early 2000s, the realm of fantasy writing has been monopolised by pseudo-erotica. While we’re certainly not judging the rise of fantastical love stories featuring elves, ghouls, vampires and werewolves (and have been known to indulge in a few ourselves from time to time) – some of us also crave the brilliant stories and masterful world-building of the novels that we read as children.
