posted on August 30, 2022 by Abigail Owen

Fairytales Feed Fantasy

When I started putting together my new fantasy trilogy, I knew I wanted to incorporate fairytales. Rather than a faithful retelling I wanted to touch on elements from several fairytales and make them my own for my characters and their world. I also wanted to pull in lesser known fairytales, which is when I started researching.

And I struck gold, at least for my imagination. I found a Hans Christian Anderson story about a man who one day sheds his shadow. That shadow eventually becomes a real man and he takes over the original man’s life and eventually kills him. That one concept became my hero…and my villain. Everything else built from there, including the backstory, the heroine who tells the story, and eventually the mythology of the world itself.

What if your shadow took over your life? What if you had more than one shadow? One reader who comments will win a $25 Amazon gift card!

Here’s an excerpt from The Liar’s Crown with just a taste…

Reven, unmistakable to me now for anyone else, stands shirtless, his eyes closed, in the center of the clearing, the cold starlight playing over the ridges of his muscled torso. The blood thrumming through my veins pulses with the energy emanating from the man in front of me. An energy that has nothing to do with my unwanted reactions to him. This is all coming from him.

He holds out his arms, and I stifle a gasp. The jagged scars on both his wrists glow around the edges with the same deep purple light as his palms. Almost like his magic is trying to get through the cracks.

And then the fabric of night itself moves.

Rivers of what almost look like ink flow between beams of moonlight and into his body. Coming from every crevice of the forest, the shadows pool and swirl around his feet, surging to a beat that my heart echoes. The darkness creeps up his form, shrouding him, turning his entire being to ravenous night.

Then the darkness swells out of him, up and over his head, and I choke. Hardly a sound, and yet the churn of shadows seems to turn on itself, and his eyes, two glowing spots of aquamarine, open and lock onto me.

“You shouldn’t be here.” His voice—deeper even than before and smooth, like a pool of star-kissed water—slides over me, through me, into me.

“What are you?” I whisper.

His face spasms. “Don’t test me, princess. Go back to the tree and wait.”

This isn’t Reven speaking but something else. Something elemental and savage.

I should be terrified. I should sprint back down the path that led me here, back to the safe haven he found us.

I’m not. And I don’t.

Maybe it’s the way I’ve always felt safe in the shadows, drawn to them, because the pull to stay is too strong. Like something deep inside me doesn’t want me to go.

Then the shadows ease and dance, reaching and flowing across the forest floor toward me. Arms beckoning. Alluring.

“You need to go.” His voice is strained now, rough. “I can’t hold them—”

Tendrils of night brush over my skin—seductive and intoxicating. They wind around me, drawing me into the circle. A sense of rightness settles in my center, and I take a halting step forward.

“Princess.” His voice is right in front of me now, and I open my eyes to find myself surrounded by shadow and Reven himself, solid and real, standing before me, close enough to touch.

I blink slowly, because I’m having trouble separating out reality. It has to be a dream, and I’m asleep beside him in the tree still. Right? Sure I have it figured out, I smile almost tentatively.

Only his eyes narrow at the sight.

“See me,” he says in a voice gone deadly harsh. Silk frayed by thorns.

The shadows punch out from us, abandoning us, leaving only Reven and me in the clearing. Only the man in front of me isn’t entirely Reven. His face appears to crawl with…goddess…with other faces. No other way to describe it. Changing and morphing before my eyes, like a hundred different men exist within him and all are fighting to be seen.

Each a different manifestation. Some harsh and hard, some daring, some laughing. All compelling.

Finally, a face of utter despair settles in place the longest, tired lines etched into the skin around his mouth and eyes, and, without thinking, I reach up and put my hand against his cheek, try to smooth those lines with the pad of my thumb. Reven grabs my wrist, hard, and the sadness disappears, replaced by a face that glints at me with something purely evil.

“Run, little girl.”


Abigail Owen

Abigail Owen

Award-winning paranormal romance author Abigail Owen grew up consuming books and exploring the world through her writing. She loves to write witty, feisty heroines, sexy heroes who deserve them, and a cast of lovable characters to surround them (and maybe get their own stories). She currently resides in Austin, Texas, with her own personal hero, her husband, and their two children, who are growing up way too fast.

6 thoughts on “Fairytales Feed Fantasy”

  1. Rachel Flesher says:

    That is different – a good kind of different. Something I have not seen in fantasy or paranormal romance.

    I like that you chose a fairy tale that is not widely known or widely used.

  2. Kim says:

    I like this excerpt.

    As an adult, I can’t imagine my shadow taking over. But I vaguely remember as a kid a cartoon or something where the shadow walked along with someone and talked. I remember thinking I wanted that so I could always have a friend with me.

    I’m really interested in learning more about all the shadows inside of Reven. (At least I think I am.)

  3. Colleen C says:

    Hmmm, I have read a lot of fairy tales and somehow missed the one about shedding a shadow… I would be a bit uncomfortable if my shadow had a life of its own… interesting… thanks for sharing!

  4. Debra Hicks says:

    That’s unique how you incorporated the fairy tale characters into the story. It actually recreates a new fantasy/fairy tale. Very interesting. I believe if my shadow had come to life when I was a kid it would have been welcomed because I was a lonely kid. If my shadow came to life now, it would definately be a big adjustment! I definately would only want one shadow because I think one shadow would be company enough.😄

  5. Amber says:

    That’s freaking creepy! How do you kill your shadow? If you can find it, catch up to it, see it on a cloudy day….I read a lot of fantasy, love the paranormal and I’ll say again – that’s freaking creepy and very original!
    Going to the top of TBR pile 😁

  6. Kiara Hamilton says:

    That sounds pretty interesting for a plot. However I would be scared if my shadow had a life of it’s own. In fact I would be traumatized.

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