NEED TO KNOW
- A self-published romantasy phenomenon is getting a traditional release this summer in Dream by the Shadows
- Logan Karlie’s YA gothic romance has been described as Beauty and the Beast meets The Labyrinth, with a dash of Phantom of the Opera
- Read an exclusive excerpt shared with PEOPLE, below
Logan Karlie’s gothic romantasy Dream by the Shadows has had an extraordinary publishing journey so far — and the adventure is just beginning!
The author originally self published the book in 2023, where it found a robust fan base — so much so that Christy Otaviano Books, an imprint of Hachette Book Group, is publishing it this summer, nearly two years after its original release. And the new deluxe edition will come with sprayed edges, a foil case and entirely new content, so even fans of the original will find plenty of reason to pick up their own.
As if that’s not exciting enough, another standalone novel in The Shadow Weavers duology is on its way in Summer 2026.
Dream By the Shadows, described by its publisher as The Labyrinth meets Beauty and the Beast, takes place in the Kingdom of Noctis, plagued by The Shadow Bringer, who rules from his castle in the Dream Realm, stealing souls through dreams. Only taking an elixir each night can ward off the dreams — if dreamers can resist the siren call of the Dream Realm.
Author Logan Karlie.
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Esmer Havenfall is desperate to escape her dreadful village and when her sister, Eden, succumbs to Corruption and their elixir-dealing parents are accused of a terrible crime, Esmer’s life devolves into a nightmare. When she dreams of the Shadow Bringer and learns she may have a chance to avenge her family and end the kingdom’s curse, she follows him depper into the Dream Realm. But his haunted past may change the fate of her kingdom — and her heart — forever.
“As a child, I desperately wished my dreams could be real — and as an adult, I’m bringing that wish to life through Dream by the Shadows,” Karlie explains, noting that she drew inspiration from her own dreams and nightmares, as well as a lifelong lover of tales like Beauty and the Beast, Labyrinth and The Phantom of the Opera.
“I’m thrilled for this book to be out in the world because it’s truly the culmination of everything I’ve ever wanted to write: haunting romance, shadowy magic, creeping horror and a layered exploration of grief and the scars it leaves behind,” the author continues. “Dream by the Shadows reminds us that even in a world full of nightmares, beauty can still be found if we’re brave enough to dream, and I can’t wait for it to be in readers’ hands soon!”
Intrigued? Read on for an exclusive excerpt from Dream by the Shadows.
‘Dream by the Shadows’.
Christy Otaviano Books
When I opened my eyes, I expected to be greeted by swaying treetops and the smell of breakfast at our camp. Instead, I woke in a sprawling room layered with ancient tapestries, dusty bookshelves and the barest hint of candlelight. It smelled of night, rain and old things.
Of dust and objects left in obscurity for far too long.
And that’s when I saw him.
The Shadow Bringer was sleeping in a canopied bed, cloaked in shadow, obsidian armor and his typical draconic mask with its caged jaw. Silvery fabric curtained the frame around him, floating loosely in the cold, dusty air. He appeared frozen in sleep, silver-white hair pooling on the pillows below him.
I was in his room.
I was in the Shadow Bringer’s room. Creeping backward, I felt for a weapon while keeping my gaze locked on him. I was unsettled by his silence and lack of movement. Was he dead? I considered testing this theory, perhaps feeling for a pulse or a sign of breath, but quickly decided against it. Something told me that he was very much alive — just depleted from using whatever power it was that stemmed from him.
I found a steel fire poker leaning next to a cold fireplace, weighty and sharp despite the dust it left behind, then carefully slid within arm’s reach of the Shadow Bringer’s massive, lavish bed. Strange, that such extravagance could be found consorting with an equal amount of rot. The mix of luxury and decay was uncomfortable. Intolerable, even. I drew up the fire poker, holding it over the Bringer’s exposed throat.
Demon. Monster. Killer. Hate surged through my veins, nearly choking me. This man, the horrid origin of Corruption, damned my sister, cursed my parents, ruined Elliot’s future and wrecked any chances I had at normalcy. If I killed the Shadow Bringer now, perhaps Corruption would end, the demons would be destroyed and all captured souls would finally rise to meet the Maker’s holy light.
The poker hovered over the smooth stretch of skin just below his jawline. One swift thrust, and it would all be over.
Grrrrssschk. Rrrssschk. Rrrssschk. I froze, listening intently. The wind, perhaps.
“Let us out,” a demon suddenly howled, snarling and groaning from just beyond his bedchamber door. “Set us free.”
Something heavy slammed against the door, causing me to flinch and lose my balance. The fire poker slipped from my hands, sliding off the bed and crashing to the floor.
The Shadow Bringer’s eyes opened, depthless and aching.
“You,” he rasped, caged lips close to my ear. He put his gauntleted hands over mine, cold and sharp, and my traitorous heart stuttered.
“You don’t need to panic — I can manage them. I always have.”
He rose to his elbows as I felt myself slipping back into consciousness.
His hands were iron.
Then clay.
Then dust.
The demons repeated their chant as they threw themselves against his door. The screams layered together, rising and echoing in a hellish chorus.
“Let us out.”
“Set us free.”
“Let us out, let us out, let us out!” The last scream yanked me back into the dream.
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I was in the Shadow Bringer’s bed, straddling his legs. I must have grabbed for him while I was falling out of the dream; his hands were firmly clutching mine. He let out a slow breath, fixing me with cold silver eyes that began to change from aching and depthless to something sharper and more aware. My breath hitched, and a horrific blush crept up my neck as I felt his armored hips shift under my thighs. We looked down at the same time, realizing just how close our bodies were.
Too close. We scrambled backward as shadows roiled around us, tangling in their eagerness to obey each of our panicked wills. This was a mistake — a shadow looped around the Bringer’s wrist, and my will must have called it forward, for it curled around my wrist, too, and pulled itself taut.
He cursed.
I cursed.
And the demons roared louder, bending the door to his bedchamber.
“The demons aren’t usually this persistent.” The Bringer shoved himself off the bed, cursing again when the movement yanked me sideways into his shoulder.
“I thought the mighty Shadow Bringer would have more control over his monsters,” I said angrily, putting a step between us. We were near the door now — too near for my liking — and the Shadow Bringer was assessing its current condition. It seemed sturdy enough, but the demons were relentless, slamming their bodies into the wood. Two horns suddenly broke through, piercing the door. When the demon tried to retreat, the horns stuck, rattling the frame. “Or do they hate you so much that you can’t control them?”
He glanced back at me, mouth slanting into a scowl. “I’ve never been their master — merely their keeper. So yes, they hate me. Perhaps you’re familiar with the feeling.”
Inexplicably, his baiting words made me blush.
The fire poker was too far away, but maybe I could manipulate the shadows to my advantage. I concentrated, willing them to slip under the Shadow Bringer’s armor and grasp his throat like a constricting snake, but they merely wavered in place, useless and without form. It was wishful thinking, then.
Of course the shadows won’t harm him.
Excerpted from Dream by the Shadows by Logan Karlie. Copyright © 2025. Reprinted with permission of Christy Ottaviano Books. All rights reserved.
Dream by the Shadows by Logan Karlie comes out Aug. 26 and is available for preorder now, wherever books are sold.