For a while in my mid twenties I took a liking to a subgenre of fantasy called, among other things, Urban Fantasy, one of the leading proponents being the wonderful Charles De Lint.  The books were urban myths of magical beings living in small communities among regular human beings.  At somepoint something large and magical would happen that drove the story and at this point it often got more traditional with the sea, the desert or woodlands becoming central.  The books had a lot of charm but...
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