Let me start off with a confession. Well, not so much a confession as an explanation. See, because I write roleplaying games and work in video games, many people assume that I’m a huge fan of fantasy. Regularly I’ll get people telling me their impressions of this fantasy author or lamenting that book ninety-seven of that fantasy series still isn’t out yet or asking my opinion on the casting for this other fantasy series that’s been optioned.
The truth is, I don’t really dig fantasy all that much.
Now, I know I’m going to get called on this, so I need to explain. I don’t like 700-page novels where the plucky hero goes out to save yet another fantasy world that’s totally not ripped off from Tolkien and Gygax we swear honest. Odds are good there will be a love interest that may or may not be self-sufficient but will eventually need rescuing. There’s probably a sword somewhere that have a compound name and a destiny associated with it. Could be an evil race of beings that have no other purpose than to be evil. And there is always always always a shit-ton of words that I’ll pronounce wrong in conversation.
All that being said, I’m sure I can find examples of exactly those kinds of stories that I actually liked.