How Long Should a Fantasy Book Be?

Thoughts on Fantasy

It’s a question often asked by aspiring authors wondering if their manuscript is several thousand words too long or short, but it’s also an intriguing one for readers to consider: is there an ideal length for a fantasy novel?

Every book is different and for any suggested word or page count you see, you are likely to encounter several popular fantasy books that are outside of it. Nonetheless, as someone who reads a lot in the genre and has also submitted work to competitions, agents and publishers, I thought I’d tackle this topic from three different perspectives:

  • how long popular published fantasy novels are,
  • how long the industry (agents, publishers, competitions) prefers them to be,
  • how long readers prefer them to be.

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Pride and Prejudice: A Feminist Criticism

A/N: This week’s post is an academic essay on Pride and Prejudice with a focus on feminism. 


The iconic story of Pride and Prejudice was published in 1813, but even though it was written by Jane Austen it was not published under her name. This was because that during the beginning of the nineteenth century, it was still considered shocking and scandalous for a woman to write for money.

This meant that when a book was published under an anonymous name it was often because it was in fact written by a woman. This also held true for the rest of Austen’s published work such as Sense and Sensibility, which was also published anonymously.

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The Anniversary Game

A/N: A quick flash fiction. Not happy with the title though, so let me know if you have any ideas!



Every year Eleanor Perry divorced her husband.

It was always around the middle of May, at the stroke of noon. It was true that midnight would have been more dramatic, but she honestly didn’t feel like having to stay up.

Eleanor loved her husband almost as much as she hated him. He was infuriating in every sense of the word. It was one thing that he was always mocking her, always embarrassing her and always making her feel like a little child – all of this she could forgive.

What she couldn’t forgive was how much he loved her.

He never tried to hide it. He was as brutally honest about his love for her as he was about everything else. He seemed to think it the greatest joke of his life.

“I want a divorce,” she said as she barged into the living room, and Roger looked up with his familiar sardonic smile. He was sitting alone, smoking one of those hated Cuban cigars that made the entire living room smell for days. He had been expecting her.

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Dear Santa…

A/N: A poem consisting of an eight-year-old boy’s letter to Santa. 



Dear Santa, I’ve been real good this year, so please send me what I wish for as a gift,

Please dear Santa, don’t send me coal, for I’m not on the Naughty List!

I’ve been brushing my teeth twice a day, and eaten no stolen sweets.

And I’ve been a brave boy, Santa, for it is only twice that I this year have wetted my sheets.



I asked mom to turn the night lamp off, and so I lie there alone in the dark.

But I’m a brave boy now, so worry not, last week I even stood up for Mark!

He’s been teased, and he’s been pushed, and this time I said no more!

And Mark and I are best friends now, of this we together swore.

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Sun & Moon

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A cute little story, very much like a fairy tale. Written by writer Mie Kjerulff.

Mie Kjerulff

In the beginning of time, when the earth was still young, the Great Mother had chosen the round Sun and the crescent Moon to rule the skies together as one. It was agreed that the Sun would soar the sky during the day parading his strong golden light, and when Night came to spread his blanket of darkness on earth, the fair Moon would follow sharing her subtle, soft white glow. Everything was harmony.

After centuries of being close to each other, Night and the Moon fell in love and as their love grew stronger it fostered children. Their children arose to the heavens as Stars; for every new child, was a new Star.
The Moon’s never ending love for the Night and the Stars made her grow and become bigger, until she, too was round like the Sun, and with her sudden immensity her once soft glow was becoming…

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