Fantasy from A to Z: E is for Epic

What is the ideal length of a fantasy novel? Of a fantasy series?

Fantasy, as a genre, is known for being big. Big stakes, big emotions, big battles—and big books. It isn’t unusual for a single fantasy novel to run well over 200,000 words. Authors like Brandon Sanderson regularly turn in doorstoppers, with Words of Radiance clocking in at over 400,000 words, longer than the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy combined. And of course, there’s J.R.R. Tolkien himself, whose influence looms large over the genre. The Lord of the Rings helped establish the idea that a fantasy story needs room to breathe—and to expand.

Series length is no different. Some of the most beloved and influential fantasy series are also some of the longest. Steven Erikson’s Malazan Book of the Fallen spans ten main volumes and several more side novels. Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time ran for fourteen massive books (fifteen, if you count the prequel). These stories require commitment, but for many readers, that’s part of the appeal. Once they find a world they love, they want to spend as much time there as possible.

But not all fantasy needs to be long.

Robert E. Howard, one of the foundational voices in the genre, wrote mostly short stories. His Conan tales, often published in pulp magazines like Weird Tales, rarely ran longer than a few thousand words. Yet they endure. David G. Hartwell, in “The Making of the American Fantasy Genre,” points out that Howard and Tolkien were arguably the two most successful fantasy authors of the twentieth century. Before The Lord of the Rings took off in the 1970s, most fantasy readers thought of the short story as the natural format for the genre. That pulp tradition carried strong into the mid-century, where fantasy shared shelf space with science fiction in magazines and anthologies.

That clearly isn’t the case anymore. In today’s market, a 90,000-word fantasy novel is often considered short. Readers are more than happy to put up with a bit of filler or extra padding if it means they get to linger in the world a little longer. And to be fair, there is something immersive about a book that takes its time. When done well, it can feel less like reading a story and more like living inside another world.

That said, I still believe in the value of economy of words. Economy of words doesn’t mean writing short—it means writing lean. It means using only as many words as the story needs. Louis L’Amour is a great example of this. His prose is tight, clear, and evocative. Most of his novels are quick reads, but they pack a punch. He could sketch a character in half a page and make you care about them. That’s not to say all of his books were short—The Walking Drum is a long and sprawling novel—but even there, his style is efficient. Every scene does something. Every word earns its place.

So why does epic fantasy run so long? Does it always have to be padded with extra filler? Not when it’s done well. One of the defining features of epic fantasy is that the world itself becomes a character. Tolkien mastered this. Middle-earth isn’t just a setting; it has a history, a culture, and an arc. The long travelogues, the deep lore, the songs and genealogies—they help build a sense of depth that makes the final conflict in The Return of the King resonate on a mythic level. You’re not just watching Frodo destroy a ring; you’re watching the curtain fall on an entire age.

And when the world has that kind of weight—when it grows, transforms, and carries the burden of history—it’s no surprise that a single book often isn’t enough. That’s one of the reasons epic fantasy so often stretches into multi-volume series. If the world is a character, it needs space for its own arc to unfold. A hero might only need three acts to complete their journey, but a world? That can take a bit longer.

Still, there’s more than one way to structure a series. Take Louis L’Amour again. He wrote mostly short standalone novels, but many of them followed the same families—like the Sacketts or the Chantrys—so that readers who wanted more could get it. You didn’t have to read them in order. You could pick up whichever one you found first and still get a complete story. That’s a far cry from most modern fantasy series, where the series itself is a single, complete work that must be read in order. After all, try starting The Wheel of Time at book five or A Song of Ice and Fire at book three, and you’ll be utterly lost.

My copy of The Lord of the Rings is a single-volume edition, the way Tolkien originally intended it. The main reason it was split into multiple books was to save on printing costs (Tolkien himself split the book into six parts, but the publisher turned it into a trilogy). Frankly, I think it works better that way. When a series beings to sprawl, the middle books often sag, and readers can definitely feel that. Just look at Crossroads of Twilight (Book 10 of The Wheel of Time) and how much the fans hate that book. I also remember when A Dance with Dragons first came out, with a 2.9-star average on Amazon that held for several years. (That rating has since improved, but I suspect that a large part of it is due to review farming by the publisher.)

Another risk inherent in writing a long, sprawling series is that the author will never finish it. George R.R. Martin is the most infamous example here—fans have been waiting for The Winds of Winter for over a decade, with no firm release date in sight. Patrick Rothfuss has faced similar criticism, with readers growing increasingly frustrated over the long delay between The Wise Man’s Fear and the long-promised third book in the Kingkiller Chronicle. And Orson Scott Card has yet to finish his Alvin Maker series. Seventh Son was published when I was just four years old, and though I enjoyed the first two books in that series, I refuse to read the rest of it until Card finishes the damned series.

I’m not alone. Many readers, burned one too many times, now refuse to even begin a new fantasy series until it’s complete. I can’t blame readers for feeling this way, but it does create a real challenge for new and midlist authors trying to break into the genre. Without the benefit of an established readership, it’s hard to convince readers to invest in book one of a planned trilogy or longer series. And if readers don’t start the first book, the rest may never see publication.

Right now, I’m writing an epic fantasy series based loosely on the life of King David. According to my outline, it’s a seven book series, but I’ve decided instead to split it into two trilogies (each with a complete arc) and a bridge novel (kind of like what Frank Herbert intended for the Dune books, though he died before he could finish the final book of the second trilogy). My plan is to wait until the first trilogy is totally written, publish the first three books within a month of each other, and promote that trilogy while I write the bridge novel and sequel trilogy.

In the meantime, I’ve been having a blast writing short fantasy novels in the Sea Mage Cycle, in-between drafts of my larger books. With The Sea Mage Cycle, I’m following a series structure that’s much closer to what Louis L’Amour did with his Chantry and Sackett books. Each book is a standalone, and the books can be read in any order, but they all tie together with recurring characters/families. As with all epic fantasy, the world itself is something of a character, but each book is more like a single thread in the tapestry of that wider story.

Not every epic needs to be long. Not every story benefits from being part of a massive, sprawling series. But when done well—when every word pulls its weight, when the world itself becomes a living character, when the structure supports the arc instead of smothering it—epic fantasy becomes something truly special.

It becomes epic, in every sense of the word.

WIP Excerpt: Bloodfire Legacy (Chapter 1)

I am happy to report that I finished the final draft of Bloodfire Legacy earlier this month. It is now in the capable hands of my editor, Josh Leavitt, and if all goes well, it should be out in ebook, print, and audio sometime in July.

In the meantime, I thought I would share the first three chapters here on my blog. While I used AI to write the rough draft, everything you will read has been totally rewritten to be in my own voice. This is not the AI draft; it is the final draft I sent to my editor. If you find any typos or errors, they are entirely my own, and will (hopefully) be caught before the book is published.

A Dagger in the Dark

Lord Arion

Lord Vaughn Arion hurried down the long, dark corridors of Castle Caravelia. The dim torchlight flickered behind him, casting a long shadow as he turned the next corner. His court magician’s robes rustled and swayed, but he made no effort to muffle his steps, even as he plunged into the shadows. Speed was of the essence now.

He ran his hand along the wall as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. The wall stones were rough, unlike the smooth marble floors and towering granite pillars of the throne room. He passed a narrow window, little more than an arrow slit, and heard the distant rumble of thunder rolling over the city below. Outside, the wind began to howl.

Not since the Time of Troubles nearly a century ago had the kingdom faced so great a threat to its very existence. The wise understood that the Dark Brotherhood had not been totally rooted out of the lands beyond the Azure Sea, but if Lord Arion’s divinations were correct, the true threat lay much closer to home.

The king must know, he told himself, the thought lending wings to his feet. It was not a coincidence that he’d learned this just as the threat of war loomed over the kingdom. Tensions had long been mounting on Caravelia’s eastern frontier, but if the Valmarian Empire was truly in the thrall of the Brotherhood itself…

Lightning flashed as he rounded a corner, briefly illuminating the passageway. He stopped suddenly, his skin prickling. He was not alone.

“Who goes there?” he demanded. “Show yourself!”

Thunder rolled as a tall figure emerged from the inky blackness. Lord Arion recognized the gaunt face and piercing blue eyes of Dorian Blackwood, a minor lord in King Leander’s court. His midnight-blue robes whispered across the floor.

“Lord Arion,” Dorian greeted him, his thin lips curving into a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I did not expect to encounter you here at this late hour.”

“I could say the same thing of you, Lord Blackwood,” Lord Arion replied. “What brings you to this part of the castle?” Though he occasionally saw Dorian in court, he knew little of the man. He now regretted that oversight.

Dorian chuckled mirthlessly. “The business of the court never sleeps, my lord.” He took a step closer, making Lord Arion step back. Something deep within him screamed of danger.

“Indeed,” Lord Arion replied carefully. “Now, if you’ll excuse me—”

Blackwood’s hand suddenly shot out. The gleam of a blade caught Lord Arion’s eye, and he jerked back just in time. The dagger slashed the fabric of his sleeve.

“What treachery is this?” Arion shouted.

“The kind that ends in your death,” Dorian answered.

With lightning speed, he lunged again—but this time, Lord Arion was ready. He thrust out a hand and uttered a word of power, unleashing a torrent of swirling energy as he dodged the would-be assassin’s blow.

Dorian stumbled back, his hands moving in a series of quick, sharp gestures. Inky tendrils of darkness coalesced around him. To Lord Arion’s utter astonishment, his magic parted harmlessly around Dorian, who stood untouched.

“You always were too predictable,” Dorian sneered. “Did you truly think I wouldn’t come prepared to face you?”

Arion’s mind reeled with the implications of what he had just seen. Only an acolyte of the Dark Brotherhood would dare to practice such forbidden magic in Caravelia.

“You—you’re a practitioner of the dark arts?”

“Oh, I’m so much more than that,” Dorian laughed. “But you’ll die before you learn the full truth of what I am.”

The two opponents circled each other warily, Arion’s wards pulsing as his opponent probed them. He drew a sharp breath, his mind racing. How could he have been so blind? Dorian had seemed nothing more than just another silver-tongued courtier—a favorite of the ladies and an obnoxious fixture at the king’s banquets. But this spoke of a far deeper treachery.

“Why, Dorian?” Arion demanded as lightning flashed outside. “What has driven you to betray your king?”

A sneer of contempt twisted Dorian’s lip. “Leander is no more fit to be king than you are fit to be his court magician.”

Thunder rolled as he launched his attack, unleashing a maelstrom of dark magic. Arion deflected it and countered with a powerful riposte, the clash of their energies illuminating the corridor with a burst of blinding light.

“Your power is formidable,” Arion growled through gritted teeth, “but your soul is corrupted. I cannot permit you to live.”

Dorian laughed. “You will never know the full extent of my powers.”

Before Arion could gather his energy, Blackwood surged forward, his dagger a blur of silver that sliced through Arion’s wards like feeble threads. A searing pain erupted in his chest as the dagger plunged deep into his heart.

Lord Arion stumbled to his knees, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth. “How?” he gasped.

“Silver, my lord,” Blackwood answered coolly. He twisted the dagger and wrenched it free. “The bane of all magic—even yours.”

Lord Arion’s legs buckled, and he collapsed. Blood gushed from his wound as the edges of his vision began to haze over. He fought in vain to maintain consciousness against the looming darkness. Dorian crouched over him.

“Hush now,” he whispered, his voice a sibilant caress. “It will all be over soon.”

With the last of his strength, Arion tried desperately to rise and fight. But his limbs simply refused to obey. He watched as Dorian Blackwood carefully wiped the blood from his dagger before he melted back into the shadows.

“No!” Lord Arion groaned, thinking of the message he had failed to deliver. If only he hadn’t been so blind!

The world titled and spun all around him. The pain faded, and a numbing cold spread throughout his entire body. Then darkness claimed him, and Lord Arion knew no more.

Lord Arion

A strange, all-encompassing lightness filled Lord Arion’s being. He suddenly felt liberated from all the aches and pains that he had come to take for granted over the years. It almost felt invigorating at first. But then, he looked down at his lifeless body, eyes glazed and mouth still open in shock.

“No,” he muttered, his voice echoing strangely. “This… this can’t be real.”

He reached out, but his hand passed through the corpse without any physical sensation. Slowly, confusion gave way to awful certainty. He was dead. Murdered. His spirit had been violently sundered from his body. His life’s work, the kingdom, his family—

Lyra.

“Oh no,” he groaned, his heart sinking at the thought of his now-orphaned daughter. “Lyra—I can’t leave her. Not now—not like this!”

But the dim corridor was now tinged with an otherworldly glow, its edges blurred and its colors muted. He took a hesitant step forward, expecting to feel the stone beneath his feet, but felt no sensation at all.

He drew himself up and set his jaw, willing himself forward. Slowly, he glided down the hallway, tensing as he passed through the wall at the end of it. He came out into the corridor on the other side, near a tapestry and a suit of armor. The only sensation he felt though all of this was a slight tingle.

A pair of guards were walking toward him. Eagerly, he waved his hands.

“Hello?” he called out. “Can you hear me?”

But the sleepy guards were oblivious to his presence. As they passed him, Lord Arion reached out, his finger passing through the nearest man’s arm.

“Please,” he begged. But he was merely a shade. If the guard felt anything, he made no sign of it.

Lord Arion’s thoughts turned again to his daughter. What would become of her? Would his murderer try to take her life as well? The thought filled him with a fear that propelled him upward, into her bedchamber. Thankfully, she was safe.

“My darling girl,” he whispered as he gazed upon her sleeping form. She was only eleven years old—little more than a child. Her raven hair spread across the pillow, her features serene.

Lord Arion’s ghostly fingers hovered over her cheek. How he longed to hold her one last time! Next to this, all else seemed utterly trivial to him now. But of course, he could not—and in the morning, her heart would be shattered as she learned of her father’s awful fate.

“Oh, Lyra,” he moaned, wishing that he could brush away the tears that would surely come. “I’m sorry, my child. So sorry.”

Arion closed his eyes, reaching out with his magic to touch the very fabric of the world around him. This, at least, had not been denied him. He could still sense the ebb and flow of magic, the pulsing ley lines that crisscrossed land and sea. Yet without a corporeal body, he could not tap into that power.

One shimmering thread stood out above the others. His daughter’s own nascent abilities, the untapped potential that lay dormant with her. He opened his eyes to gaze upon her again.

“You have a gift,” he murmured, though he knew she could not hear him. “How will you use it, now that I am gone?”

In that moment, a soft, melodious voice filled the air.

“Vaughn.”

He looked up at once, searching for the source of the voice. It seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.

“Who’s there?” he called. “Show yourself!”

“Peace, noble spirit,” the angelic voice answered. “Your time in the mortal realm has come to an end, but your journey beyond the veil is only now beginning.”

A shimmering curtain of light appeared before him. As he watched, the gossamer curtain parted, revealing a realm of unimaginable beauty. Lush fields stretched to the horizon, dotted with ancient trees. The scene was bathed in a beautiful golden light that cast no shadows.

“Stars above,” he whispered, his voice barely louder than a breath. “Is this… the Immortal Realm?”

An overwhelming sense of peace washed over him, dulling the violence of his death. As his eyes adjusted, he began to see familiar faces. His grandparents, long since passed, smiled and beckoned at him to come. Childhood friends and comrades-in-arms appeared next—many of whom he had only recently mourned. They stood before him now, whole and radiant. And then…

“Elara,” he breathed, his eyes widening at the sight of his beloved wife. She stood radiantly before him, appearing exactly as she had on the day they had both been wed. Her emerald eyes looked so much like their daughter’s.

“My love,” Elara answered. “How I’ve missed you.”

“And I you,” Arion said, longing to embrace her. “But Lyra—”

The angelic voice sounded again, gentle yet firm. “Your journey through the mortal realm is over, Vaughn. It is time to rest in eternal peace.”

Lord Arion hesitated, his heart torn as he met his wife’s gaze.

“I can’t,” he answered. “My daughter—our daughter—needs me. Without me, she’ll be alone.”

“She has to walk her own path,” the voice told him. “You cannot walk it for her.”

“I know,” he said, his eyes never leaving Elara’s. “But I can’t abandon our daughter.”

“You choose a difficult road,” the angelic voice warned. “As a ghost, you will have no effect upon the Mortal Realm. Your unseen presence may give her some small degree of comfort, but she will never know for certain that you are there.”

“I know,” he said, his voice ragged. “Forgive me, my love. Our reunion must wait a little longer.”

Elara nodded sadly. “I understand. Watch over her, my darling. Until we meet again.”

The angelic voice spoke again, its tone solemn. “Your love for your daughter is a testament to your noble spirit. For this, you shall have one gift. At a time of your choosing, you will be granted the power to part the veil and speak to her directly. Choose wisely, for you will only have one chance.”

“Thank you for this boon. I shall use it when Lyra needs me most.”

“Then go, Vaughn. Watch over your daughter, but remember that her choices must be her own.”

The curtain of light began to close, veiling the glory of the Immortal Realm. When the light had dissipated, Lord Arion found himself drifting in the air above his own lifeless body. His eyes lingered upon his mortal shell, now lying in a pool of blood.

“Oh, Lyra,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry, my darling girl. I never meant to leave you like this.”

Five things I did at work last week

Last week, I:

  • Generated 157,560 words to incorporate into The Soulbond and the Sling (I had a lot of Sudowrite credits that were expiring),
  • Revised or incorporated 38,113 AI generated words,
  • Did 21,111 words of human revisions,
  • Completed 25% of The Soulbond and the Sling, and
  • Published a new box set for the Sea Mage Cycle.

I haven’t been blogging a lot lately, but hopefully that’s going to change soon, as there are a lot of thoughts and updates that I ought to share.

Five things I did at work last week

Last week, I:

  • Wrote about 7k new human words, most of them in Bloodfire Legacy,
  • Did about 38k words of AI revisions, most of it in The Soulbond and the Sling,
  • Did about 10k words of human revisions, most of it also in The Soulbond and the Sling,
  • Wrote and sent an email newsletter, and
  • Started writing Fantasy from A to Z.

Five things I did at work last week

Last week was kind of crazy. My in-laws were gone for half of it, and we did a deep clean on the house before they came back. We also did a whole lot of Easter stuff as a family, which was fun, but it kept us very busy (hence the near total lack of blogging). And finally, our two year-old son who has zero pain tolerance came down with hayfever and barely slept at all, which was much less fun. But in between all that, I managed to:

  • write about 17k human words in Bloodfire Legacy, passing the 60% mark on that WIP,
  • touch up the prologue and chapter one of The Soulbond and the Sling, about 10k words or 5% of that WIP,
  • generate a cover for Return of the Starborn Son,
  • plan out the chapters (ie blog posts) for Fantasy from A to Z, and
  • wrote and scheduled this blog post. 😛

Five things I did at work last week

Last week, I:

  • Passed 28% of the rough human draft of Bloodfire Legacy,
  • Generated new cover art for Star Wanderers and Children of the Starry Sea,
  • Reworked the book description for Stars of Blood and Glory,
  • Wrote and scheduled an email newsletter, and
  • Published my first collection of author’s notes: Thanks for Reading!

Five things I did at work last week

This post is a day late because I sprang for the paid version of ChatGPT over the weekend, mostly to generate… er… images of my wife. For research purposes. But here are my five bullets.

Last week at work, I:

  • Wrote about 10k human words in my current WIP, Bloodfire Legacy.
  • Evaluated my AI writing in the previous draft of this WIP to figure out how to better prep for human writing.
  • Did a monthly planning session.
  • Generated a new cover mock-up for The Soulbond and the Sling with DALL-E3.
  • Launched a $2.99 ebook sale on all my books for the month of April.

Five things I did at work last week

  • I passed 10% of the revised AI draft for The Soulbond and the Sling (about 16k words).
  • I started working on Bloodfire Legacy again, making some progress on the human draft.
  • I made the covers for Thanks for Reading! my forthcoming compilation of author’s notes.
  • I wrote the book description for Thanks for Reading!
  • I ran a promotion for Genesis Earth.

Five things I did at work last week

  • I generated a 153k word rough AI draft of a fantasy novel.
  • I ran a free promotion for my title The Call of the Tide.
  • I wrote and scheduled two email newsletters.
  • I finished updating my paperbacks. They are all now available on my online store.
  • I decided which book I plan to write and submit for the Ark Press America 2076 contest.

Re: DOGE: Five things I accomplished at work last week

  1. I started and finished the rough AI draft of The Unknown Sea, at 54,330 words (cover reveal forthcoming).
  2. I published 14 titles from my backlist on Audible using Amazon’s AI narration system.
  3. I compiled ten years of author’s notes for an upcoming book release.
  4. I developed a magic system for a new fantasy series, where magical powers can only be unlocked through marriage between a man and a women who both have latent abilities.
  5. I workshopped the first three chapters of an unpublished WIP through my writing group, and used their feedback to start outlining my next WIP, a fantasy adaptation of David and Goliath (but with 100% more jackalopes).