Compared to other genres of literature, modern-day fantasy is often disregarded as Eurocentric and homogeneous. Such critiques fail to take stock of the influential and progressive role women have played within modern-day fantasy since its creation by J.R.R. Tolkien. This article primarily focuses on modern-day fantasy works from three decades that coincide with a wave of feminism, beginning with Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings in the 1950s and continuing with J.K. Rowling’s early nineties and aughts Harry Potter series as well as Leigh Bardugo’s mid-2010’s duology, Six of Crows.
The burning timbers of a quaint house collapse as sirens draw near. Not a house; his home. Amber flames sway in the breeze, flecks of soot filter into the catastrophic atmosphere and find their way down his grief stricken throat. He wipes underneath his eyes, smudging charcoal across the bridge of his nose. Chest tight and breaths heavy, his grip remains firm on the only salvation from inside. The cellphone light pales in comparison to the embers spitting across the lawn, desperate to tear away his life. A lady’s voice is distant as it crackles through the speaker. Meaningless reassurances of calmness and normality remain unheard.
Tucked away in the side of the Dingli cliffs, few, if any, knew of Orsel’s secretive landscape. Acid dissolved limestone, the miniscule entrance was missable. Her first encounter with the worn-down cliffside had been accidental. Years ago, Orsel had been enamored with one of her infamous childhood adventures. As an only child, exploring alone became common practice. This expedition led her to the swirling sea, which splashed and sprayed in protest of the young intruder. Thick clouds of gloom rolled in, angering the ocean. It crashed and roared; Orsel its vulnerable target. Unbeknownst to the sea, Orsel refused to become a victim.