My exposure to yaoi started in a manner similar to many of us here. How was that? Kris made me read it. Honest. Kris asked me if I wanted to try some, and while I liked Pokemon and Digimon as much as the next parent out there, I really didn’t think reading “Japanese comic books” was my thing. And on top of that I had to do research on Wikipedia about how to read it. So much work. She finally beat me down and I agreed to take a shipment which arrived in six or seven years (thanks Canada Post for sending it first by sea turtle and then by tortoise).
If I read that blurb for a “regular” book my eyes would glaze over and I’d move on to the next one. I really have little interest in fantasy stories and if the word mage shows up in the blurb that’s even more of a turn-off. I’m not sure why. I, as a rule, can enjoy fantasy movies and TV shows, but in books it just doesn’t work for me. But what did I find? HOLY HELL!!! I adore fantasy yaoi manga.
Another great series which has been recommended here is The Crimson Spell by Ayano Yamane, a swords and sorcerers epic which I loved and look forward to the next installment.
I’m not sure why this type of story appeals to me only in this format. The brain works in mysterious ways. Maybe I’m visual, I need the pictures to get into it, you don’t need pages of written description, a couple of well drawn panels and you get it all. Or perhaps the manga lends itself to appealing costumes and hairstyles that are hard to describe in a novel. Hmm. There’s that visual thing again. How can you not totally become enamoured with the details and richness of the drawings? My dream would be to have the whole thing in color. You’d have to pay a fortune, but it would be a piece of bound artwork.