Devouring Dark, Eli Carver and Served Cold currently out of print

Just a quick note to let folks know that my novel Devouring Dark, the Eli Carver novella series, and my short story collection Served Cold are all currently out of print. Hopefully this will only be a short-term situation and we’ll see these books available again soon. If you want hard copies of any of them, I have a few (are they rare first editions now?) so just give me a shout if you’re keen. Otherwise, watch this space for news about re-releases in the future.


On Substack and nazis

This is the problem with definitives like “this is my last newsletter for 2023” – something always comes along to fuck it up. In this case, nazis. Honestly, there was a world war that should have been the final word on nazis and yet here we are.

In short, it’s been known for a while that Substack not only platforms nazi and far right voices, but actively promotes them in order to profit from them even as they profit from their hate. Nowhere is free from the influence of these shitstains, but there’s a line between the fact that they exist and actively promoting and profiting from their hatred. A recent open letter demanding some comment from the owners of Substack on this subject resulted in a mealy-mouthed response that basically said, “Yeah nah, good cash, the nazis stay.” Which makes it unsustainable for a lot of us, me included, to continue to use the platform. I am so fucking tired of rich and bigoted arseholes coming along and stinking up the spaces where we try to interact and engage with folks.

Anyway, here we are. So I will be moving away from Substack. Which is infuriating because it’s a great interface and it’s free. But I can’t ethically support them given their clearly-stated stance. But moving away isn’t easy. It’s the middle of the holidays and finding alternatives takes time and research. Half the problem is that most of the good alternatives are subscription models that lowly creatives like myself simply can’t afford. I think I’ve found a potentially good WordPress plugin to use directly through my own website, but I’m still exploring that.

I know the temptation to unsubscribe from Substack newsletters is strong. I really do get it. But you’re punishing the creator when you do that, not the platform (in the short term). If you unsubscribe now there’s no way for us to let you know where we go. Please, friends – bear with us. We don’t want to be on the nazi platform either, but figuring out where to go takes time and effort. Please hang in there and give us some time.

If, in a month or two, people are remaining on Substack with no indication they plan to leave, then sure, maybe that’s the time to unsubscribe. But rest assured, I’m looking into alternatives and will hopefully manage to migrate to a new platform seamlessly enough that you may not even notice. I really hope you’ll bear with me.

Big love, everyone – I hope your 2024 is epic and nazi-free. I’ll see you in a while.


Busy and sick but getting shit done.

(My latest newsletter, reproduced here.)

Hello fiends

Well, damn, it’s been a long time between newsletters. Sorry about that. I do have a few excuses. Firstly, have I told you lot about our new dog yet? That’s him above. His name is Maximo and for some reason he likes to sit on my shoulders. He’s a delight and also a complete monster. He’s just turned 6 months old, so we let him get away with a lot right now while we’re also training him to be better. Thankfully he seems to have stopped eating books, so that’s a massive improvement on past behaviour.

But a lot of other stuff has also kept me busy. It’s funny how this gig works, where the more success you see, the less time you have for the thing you’re trying to be successful at. It’s a good problem to have, and I always recognise how fortunate I am to be invited to things like Supanova, Oz Comic-Con, to be asked to teach workshops at libraries and so on. I love doing those things, but it does take time away from the actual job of writing. I haven’t written any new words of fiction for weeks, unless you count today, when I wrote a new flash fiction for patrons.

I’ve started doing this thing on Patreon where I ask for three words or phrases as writing prompts and then I write a new short fiction piece using those prompts, and I promise to never take more than a week to post the result. The first one went up over there today and it all worked out pretty well. People liked it. Hooray! I plan to do a lot more stuff like that on Patreon in the future.

I also post a lot of behind-the-scenes stuff there and that’ll be happening some more too as I’m finally ready to get back into the novel I started earlier this year but which I had to put aside when I got really busy. I also got really fucking sick – perhaps as sick as I’ve ever been – and that set things back a bit. But other than a little fatigue still lingering around, I’m over that now and raring to go once again. (It wasn’t Covid, I think it was a bad hit of influenza.)

So here’s where things currently stand with work you can expect from me. The Leaves Forget is out now (and I think a few of the limited edition hardcovers are still available from PS Publishing). Next up is my new standalone novel, Blood Covenant. That comes out from the awesome folks at Cemetery Dance Publications on the 24th May next year. 24/5/24 is a pretty auspicious publication date. Unless you’re American, when you fuck it up and make it 5/24/24, which is just weird, but you do you, American pals.

Blood Covenant is the story of a bank robbery that goes horribly wrong, so the crims run off into the country to hide out. They find a hotel that’s closed for another month and decide that would be a great place to lie low until the heat’s off. Except the family who run the hotel have just arrived to get the place ready for opening and suddenly we have a hostage situation. Then something starts to wake up out in the bush, and it’s thirsty for blood…

Blood Covenant is set in the mountains west of Enden in the Gulpepper universe, so while it’s not an actual Tale From The Gulp, it is in that geography. More news on that release as things progress.

In the meantime, I’m very excited to have signed with a new agent. I’m now represented by Becky LeJeune at the Bond Literary Agency and I’m hopeful for lots of future success with her. The first thing under way is my new novel, The Past is a Dark Country, which she’s got out submission right now. I’m not nervous. You’re nervous. Shut up. I won’t say much about that book other than it’s a psychological horror thriller set in Australia (in the city of Wollongong, in fact) and it’s the first novel-length thing I’ve written without any actual supernatural elements. There are occult things, but… I’ll say no more. Please wish me luck on landing a good home for that. I’m really hoping to level up in terms of publisher and distribution with that book.

And that brings us full circle back to the novel I had to put aside earlier this year when I got so busy (and then sick).

I need to go back and re-read what I’ve done so far to get my head back into the book and the characters, but it’s a standalone coming-of-age horror novel set in Monkton, again in the Gulpepper universe. There are some solid Gulp easter eggs in this one – one character is an orphan after events in The Fall, for example – but it’s otherwise an entirely self-contained story. As of next week I’ll start my re-read and get back to work on it. I’m about 50,000 words in already, so I hope to have a first draft finished by early in the new year.

You know me, I like to stay busy.

On the short fiction front, other than the Patreon stuff mentioned earlier, I’ve had one new publication out this year and a couple more in the pipe. You can find “Clean-up Crew” in SNAFU: Punk’d, ed. A J Spedding (Cohesion Press) which is out now, and then “All the Eyes That See” is coming out in Cosmic Horror Monthly in December and “Sunlight On Clear Water” in Dread Volume 1, ed. Kevin Lucia and Brian James Freeman (Cemetery Dance Publications) which I believe is also due out in December. That last one is a new Tale From The Gulp, the first actual Gulpepper story since The Gulp and The Fall. Another brand new and recent story is “Old High Hills”, published exclusively on Patreon in September.

A relatively lean publishing year for me by my usual standards, but there are several things on the horizon. This business is nothing if not inconsistent.

What I’ve been Enjoying

So what stuff have I read and watched?

As a family we’ve been watching the new Lost In Space on Netflix. We’re about halfway through the third (and final, I think) season right now and we’re enjoying it. It takes a lot of different directions from the old 60s show, but it’s cleverly written for the most part and equally appealing to myself and my wife and our 10 year old, so that’s always a sign of good viewing.

I also watched the new Mike Flanagan series, The Fall of the House of Usher. It’s a really clever limited series, with each episode celebrating a different Edgar Allan Poe story. I enjoyed it a lot. Not his best series, I don’t think, but absolutely compelling viewing all the same. Apart from anything else, Mark Hamill is just amazing in it.

Reading wise, I’ve enjoyed a few great books lately. I mentioned before that I was reading the third of C S Humble’s weird western The Light Sublime trilogy and I enjoyed that a lot. The whole trilogy is superb. Lee Murray has a new novella out called Despatches which is brilliant – full of heart and horror. J. Ashley-Smith never disappoints and his new collection, The Measure of Sorrow, is outstanding. The title novella ripped me to pieces – I haven’t been that affected by a piece of fiction in a long time. Fuck you, Joseph, for being so good. What Moves The Dead by T. Kingfisher is a superb retelling (again!) of Poe’s The Fall of the House of Usher and well worth a read. I’m quickly becoming a huge T. Kingfisher fan. Ring Shout by P. Djeli Clark is an incredible novella, not quite like anything I’ve ever read before. And rising Australian star, Zachary Ashford, has a new heavy metal horror novel out called Polyphemus and I had a lot of fun reading that. You honestly can’t go wrong with any of those books above.

And right now I’m re-reading Peter Straub’s Ghost Story for a thing that’s coming up in a couple of weeks. I’ve long been a fan of Straub and this re-read once again confirms for me that he’s possibly the most under-rated author of his generation. He should be as big as King, he’s an absolute master.

Okay, that’s about all from me for now. Keep in touch, I always enjoy hearing from people. On that front, with social media in such flux, I keep a linktree now where all the most up to date links of where to find me can be found. That’s here:

Big love to all, until next time.


Stepping down as President of the AHWA

It is with some mixed feelings that today at the AGM I stepped down as President of the Australasian Horror Writers Association.

I’ve greatly enjoyed my time in the role and feel like I’ve achieved a lot. However, after three years as President (and a year or two before that as VP) it’s time to move on. The AHWA is a wonderful beast and does so much for the horror community in the Australasian region and around the world. It’s been a privilege to be a part of it and to help it grow, and I have no doubt it will continue on from strength to strength. But this volunteer position takes a lot of time and mental energy and I have a finite amount of both to spare. I need to focus on my writing and other aspects of my life, so it’s time to let go of the AHWA as President. I will always be a proud AHWA member and will always do all I can to help the Association and promote the good work it does. Massive thanks to the awesome committee for their hard work and support during my tenure. Here’s to us all breaching new dark horizons into the future!

And thank you for this privilege.

SERVED COLD published in Taiwan

This is very exciting news! Served Cold is being translated and published in Taiwan! It comes out there next month (November 2023) with this sweet cover. Huge thanks to Alex Adsett for scoring this deal, along with Greyhawk Agency 光磊國際版權公司 and Global Group Publishers. Now I can add Taiwanese to French, Spanish, German, and Japanese for translations of my stuff.

Also, big thanks to Edward Lipsett for this: “That’s an outstanding translation of the title. It uses the meaning of cold that includes an emotionless coldness, rather than just cold temperature, and it incorporates the meaning of revenge, which isn’t in the actual words of your title at all, but clearly contained in the peripheral meaning. To translate it back, maybe something like stone-cold revenge might be close.” I think that’s truly awesome. Maybe one day I’ll get to visit Taiwan and see the book on shelves there.

Supanova Adelaide and Brisbane in November

It’s officially announced – in December I’ll be in Adelaide for the first time since 2016 and Brisbane for the first time since 2018! I love the Supanova tour and it’s real thrill and a privilege to be involved again. I’ll have heaps of stuff with me, so come and say hi if you’re around either city. All the details at:

The Death of Twitter and Why I’m No Longer There

This just went out via my Substack newsletter.

Back in the dark ages of 2009 I joined the new-ish social media site called Twitter. “Ha!” I scoffed. “Microblogging is such a stupid concept. It’ll never take over actual blogging. And tweet is such a stupid word, no one will ever use that.”

Well, I was wrong. I quickly came to find that Twitter was a great site with genuinely powerful engagement and a real sense of community. It quickly became the go-to site, particularly for writers and readers. Through simple and enjoyable engagement with other users I slowly built a significant following there. It became a true engine for awareness of my work and drove book sales. For a non-famous writer like me, that kind of reach makes a massive difference. Plus, there was the simple fun of sharing time with other tweeps. I made real friends on Twitter, people I’ve come to see as close and important to my life. Some of them I’ve never met in real life yet, but still hold them dear.

I’ve always maintained a website, as I still think the most important thing for any creative professional is to have your own online base where people can find you and your work, that’s not subject to vagaries of rich man-children. But beyond that, even though I have accounts on Facebook and Instagram and other places, Twitter was always the main focus of my attention. When people asked what the most important social media for writers was, or for me personally, I would always, without hesitation, name Twitter.

Beyond the benefit promotionally for me and the friendships I made there, it became my go to source of cross-referencing news. It became the default emergency channel whenever any major global event was going down. So many people there were just fucking funny. It was instrumental and of enormous benefit in so many ways, in so many people’s lives.

Then Musk.

Elon fucking Musk, the right wing, parasitic shitstain emerald heir came along and fucked it all up. Musk is a person who thinks he’s way smarter than he is. Allegedly, he buys his way into things and claims to be the brains behind them while the real brains behind those things quickly set up departments to manage him and keep him away from the real running of the place. Space-X, Tesla, they all managed Musk and let him crow about his smarts while they got on with the job.

But when the utter fuckwit bought Twitter, there was no one to rein him in and his absolutely braindead ideas have crashed that site more quickly than anyone thought possible. He gave back access to people who had been banned for literal fascism and Nazism. He destroyed the verification process that made the site so valuable in so many ways. He turned a powerful engine of social good into a cesspit of fuckwits and fascists and laughed about it all the way.

Sure, Twitter had its problems before he took over. There were ongoing issues that people continuously tried to address. Everywhere in life has problems, but the good on Twitter far outweighed the bad. Musk reversed that in less than a year. (He initiated the acquisition on April 14, 2022, panicked and tried to back out soon after, but couldn’t and the acquisition concluded on October 27, 2022. We’re only in September 2023 now and the place is a bin fire.)

But that’s not why I’m no longer there.

Despite all the above, people like me stuck it out. We’d been there a long time. I wasn’t about to give ground to fascists, although it did become harder and harder to justify staying somewhere that enabled the literal worst of society. I struggled with the ethics of it but always hoped it might somehow rise from the ashes. I hoped Musk would throw in the towel, find a way to take his losses and fuck off, and perhaps the Twitter of old might rise again. I’d spent nearly 15 years building a following of over 17,000 people there. It was my home. Fuck this guy for coming in and shitting all over it.

And then I said a bad thing about another rich dude.

I mean, it’s not like I haven’t said stuff just like it a hundred times over the years, but apparently this time I broke the camel’s back. Multi-millionaire Tim Gurner went on record, on video, saying that employees had become too arrogant and he wanted to see unemployment rise by 30 to 40% to put pain into the economy and remind workers of their place. I mean, what an utter cunt. This guy who’s made millions off the backs of poorly paid workers. So I quote tweeted that video and said, “This fucking scumbag. We really need the guillotines.”

And I stand by that. As Van Badham says in her excellent piece on this in The Guardian, “workers in Australia have never been more productive while capitalists have never swallowed up so much of that gain for themselves, taking more in profit than they give back in wages”. You can read the whole thing here, and that will also give you the video in question:

Record-breaking profits should mean record-breaking wages for everyone from the ground up, not just these parasitic fucks sitting on top, suggesting the people they need for those profits are somehow arrogant. We have never needed the threat of revolution more. Something has to change. Capitalism is killing everything, from the worker to the planet itself, and people like Gurner and Musk are sitting on piles of cash like dragons sitting on hoards of gold, and they’re fucking laughing at us.

So I stand by it. Except someone reported that tweet and Musk and his minions subsequently suspended my Twitter account indefinitely. Someone suggested Musk has set bots to crawl Twitter looking for any tweets with the word “guillotine” and they’re suspending those accounts en masse. I don’t know if it’s true, but it’s the sort of fragile knee-jerk response we’ve come to expect. From the guy who bought Twitter because he wanted a return of free speech. Sorry, just rolled my eyes so hard I saw my heels. When Musk claims he’s returning free speech to the people he means all the hateful shit people like him say while shutting down any dissenting voice. Speech is only free for the arseholes.

I appealed the decision and was told (within an hour so almost certainly by a bot), “Our support team has determined that a violation did take place, and therefore we will not overturn our decision. Your account has been suspended and will not be restored due to violations of the X [because they call Twitter X now, but I never will] Rules, specifically our rules around: Violating our rules against violent speech.”

People need to unionise. People need to support strikes like the current WGA/SAG-AFTRA strike. It’s awesome to see the auto industry in the US finally saying enough is enough and striking too. It feels like a general strike is on the way. We need to empower workers again because people like Musk and Gurner will just use us up as grist in their money-making mills. They’re not even pretending any more, like Gurner saying publicly and clearly that he needs to actually hurt people to smash them back into line. To teach them their place. Fuck. That. Guy.

The cost of living crisis isn’t due to rising prices. It’s due to rising profits. That’s got to change.

Meanwhile, perhaps the Twitter team did me a favour, as now I don’t have to agonise any more about the ethics of staying there. They made the decision for me. Fuck ‘em. I hope they drown in their own cesspool.

I’m furious with Musk for destroying something as good and powerful as Twitter used to be. Who knows what the next thing might be, but there’s no replacement. There won’t be another Twitter any more than there was another MySpace. It’ll be something different. At this point in time, it seems most people are moving over to bluesky, and you can find me there –

And I’ll always have my website at

Meanwhile, let’s hope the unions and strikes start to take some power back, into the hands of the workers, because if they don’t it can’t long until guillotines really do become a reality.

Anyway, in the meantime, my new novella launched through Absinthe Books, an imprint of PS Publishing, this weekend and I’d love it if you checked it out. And if you’re still on Twitter, I’d appreciate you letting people know that I got bounced and maybe still spread the word over there about my books? And perhaps this newsletter too.

Huge thanks, fiends, and I’ll see you… around!


The strange condition of being a writer – latest newsletter

My latest newsletter just went out via Substack, reposted here.

Being a writer is bloody weird. In some ways, it’s entirely natural to me because I’ve never really known anything different. I’ve always loved telling stories. But the longer I do this as a job and the more often I’m interviewed about it and asked about it, the more I have to interrogate what it actually means to be a writer.

If you’ve followed me for any length of time, you’ll know how I feel about writing rules. Spoiler: I fucking hate the prescriptive bullshit. All this “you must write every day” and “only write what you know” stuff makes my teeth curl. Who the hell knows dragons? Or demons? Or even the reality of a crime scene? Eh, don’t get me started. The one and only “rule” of writing is that you must write. How often, how much, when, what about, whether you’re published or not – all that is variable and irrelevant. If you write, you’re a writer. That’s it.

But despite all those variables, I think writers exist as writers all the time, however much or little they actually write. The strange condition of being a writer means always living in a certain, subconscious way.

For one, we notice things. We see the inconsistencies in existence, the little snagged edges where life gets caught. And while lots of other folks may or may not notice those things too, we as writers remember them. They get filed away in the weird writer cupboard in our brain and there they fester and germinate and eventually burst forth anew as stories.

But do we notice and remember these things because we write or do we write because we notice and remember these things? Are those even separate considerations? This is something I ruminate on occasionally in the dark quietude of the night. I have no answers, of course. I just find it interesting.

You know what else is interesting? (Pro segue there, Al – you see, I’m a writer!) I’ve got a new agent. I recently signed with Becky LeJeune of the Bond Literary Agency and I’m super excited for the future with her support. I knew it would be a good relationship when she wore a Camp Crystal Lake t-shirt on our first Zoom meeting. I am enormously indebted to Alex Adsett, who has been my agent until now and will still represent my interests in several ongoing areas. I’m hopeful that Becky will be able to get my work out to bigger audiences and this new arrangement will be of massive benefit to us all. We’re starting off with a brand new novel, so watch out for news on that sometime in the future. Cross your everythings for me.

A couple of other things are current.

PS Publishing (who own Absinthe Books) have announced The Leaves Forget in their newsletter. There will be a hardcover and a signed and numbered limited edition hardcover (only 100 copies!) both with that sweet Ben Baldwin art you see at the top of this post as a full wraparound cover, and there’ll be an ebook, of course. If you’re keen for one of the physical copies, you can order now. I haven’t actually had the signing sheets yet for the limited edition but I’m told it’s selling fast in pre-orders, so if you’re keen for one of those, best to jump in quick. You can order directly from PS Publishing here:

Here’s the blurb for the book:

Olivia has been missing for months. Her family have tried to accept that perhaps she’ll never be found, and they’ll never know what happened.

So when her brother Craig unexpectedly receives a stack of letters from Liv, all written not long after her disappearance, he’s both excited and frightened. Reading through her correspondence, Craig begins to get a sense of where she was, but he still doesn’t know where she is now, or if she’s even still alive.

Using what clues he can from the old letters, Craig sets off with his partner and his father to find Olivia, hoping for the best, fearing the worst.

I hope you’ll give this one a go.

And that brings me to the Ditmar Awards. I’m absolutely thrilled to be shortlisted four times this year. Four! I’ve been nominated for Sallow Bend in Best Novel; “Gulpepper Curios” from The Fall in Best Novella or Novelette, The Fall itself in Best Collected Work AND Damnation Games (which I edited and have a story in) also in Best Collected Work. Wild. I’ve never won a Ditmar before, so fingers crossed.

Voting is now open, and all Conflux 2023 members (full or supporting) and members of the last 5 Natcons (Continuum 2017, Swancon 2018, Continuum 2019, Swancon 2020 and Conflux 2022) are eligible to vote. All votes must be in by 22/9/23 and you can vote online here: If you’re eligible to vote, please do! The more votes that go in, the better the awards reflect the views of the reading public.

What I’ve Been Enjoying

I’ve been flat out lately and haven’t had much reading or watching time, but I have finished bingeing Better Call Saul, the sequel series to Breaking Bad. It was really good and I enjoyed it all, but I think Breaking Bad is better. I was left a little sour with the final few episodes of Better Call Saul. On the one hand, I get it. On the other hand, I would have done it differently. I can’t say more without spoilers, but hit me up if you want a chat about it.

I’ve been to the movies twice recently. I saw Dracula: Voyage of the Demeter which is a great horror movie. Monster on a boat: it does exactly what it says on the tin. And I saw Talk To Me which is simply one of the best horror movies I’ve ever seen. An Australian film, no less. It’s truly brilliant and I can’t recommend it highly enough. Try to know as little as possible going in, if you can.

Reading-wise I’ve just started the third volume of C S Humble’s horror western trilogy, so I’ll report back about that soon. So far, it’s excellent. I also read the new Chuck Tingle horror novel, Camp Damascus. It’s an original and clever take on some old horror tropes and while I felt like it skipped parts and made some strange leaps in narrative, I enjoyed it a lot.

Okay, I think that’s all from me for now. If you’re anywhere near Sydney, I’ll be a guest at Oz Comic-Con on September 23rd and 24th. It would be awesome to see you there. I’ll have lots of books to sign, stickers, badges and general bonhomie. All you need to know is here:

Big love from me, feel free to get in touch and I’ll see you next time.


The Leaves Forget is here

Hi fiends! PS Publishing (who own Absinthe Books) have announced The Leaves Forget in their newsletter. There will be a hardcover and a signed and numbered limited edition hardcover (only 100 copies!) both with that sweet Ben Baldwin art as a full wraparound cover, and an ebook of course. If you’re keen for one of the physical copies, you can order now. I haven’t actually had the signing sheets yet, so the limited edition books won’t ship any time soon, but you can order them.

The page is live here on the PS Publishing website:

Here’s the blurb:

Olivia has been missing for months. Her family have tried to accept that perhaps she’ll never be found, and they’ll never know what happened.

So when her brother Craig unexpectedly receives a stack of letters from Liv, all written not long after her disappearance, he’s both excited and frightened. Reading through her correspondence, Craig begins to get a sense of where she was, but he still doesn’t know where she is now, or if she’s even still alive.

Using what clues he can from the old letters, Craig sets off with his partner and his father to find Olivia, hoping for the best, fearing the worst.

Also, the book has a Goodreads page here and I would love it if you could add it to your shelves if you do Goodreads.

Huge thanks to editor Marie O’Regan for picking this one up and the awesome folks at PS/Absinthe. I really hope you’ll give it a go.

Four Ditmar Award nominations!

The preliminary ballot for the 2023 Ditmar Awards has just been released and I’m blown away to be on it four times. Four! What the actual hell?

I’ve been nominated for Sallow Bend in Best Novel; “Gulpepper Curios” from The Fall in Best Novella or Novelette, The Fall itself in Best Collected Work AND Damnation Games (which I edited and have a story in) also in Best Collected Work.

I mean, holy shit! Holy. Shit. Huge congrats to all the nominees! The full ballot is here:

Best Novel
36 Streets, T.R. Napper, Titan Books.
Sallow Bend, Alan Baxter, Cemetery Dance Publications.
Scavengers, Robert Hood, Clan Destine Press.
The Stone Road, Trent Jamieson, Erewhon Books.
X-Dimensional Assassin Zai Through the Unfolded Earth, Jason Franks, IFWG Publishing.
Best Novella or Novelette
“Bluebells”, Leanbh Pearson, in Bluebells, Black Hare Press.
“The Dark Matter of Natasha”, Matthew R. Davis, in The Dark Matter of Natasha, Grey Matter Press.
“Gulpepper Curios”, Alan Baxter, in The Fall, 13th Dragon Books.
“Remnants and Bad Water”, Kaaron Warren, in Damnation Games, Clan Destine Press.
“The Smell of Waiting”, Kaaron Warren, in Screams from the Dark, Tom Doherty Associates.
Best Short Story
“Everything so slow and quiet”, Kaaron Warren, in The Art of Being Human, FableCroft Publishing.
“Greatheart”, Juliet Marillier, in The Art of Being Human, FableCroft Publishing.
“The Quick Study”, C.H. Pearce, in Etherea Magazine 10.
“Songs We Sing at Sea are the Lies We Tell Ourselves”, Kaaron Warren, in Looming Low 2, Dim Shores.
Best Collected Work
The Art of Being Human, Tehani Croft and Stephanie Lai, FableCroft Publishing.
Cut to Care: A collection of little hurts, Aaron Dries, IFWG Publishing International.
Damnation Games, Alan Baxter, Clan Destine Press.
The Fall, Alan Baxter, 13th Dragon Books.
Midnight Echo 17, Greg Chapman, Australasian Horror Writers Association.
Phase Change, Matthew Chrulew, Twelfth Planet Press.
Best Fan Publication in Any Medium
Ethel the Aardvark, LynC, Melbourne Science Fiction Club.
Pratchat Podcast, Ben McKenzie, Elizabeth Flux.
Best Fan Writer
Bruce Gillespie
David Grigg
Kat Clay
Perry Middlemiss
Best Fan Artist
C.H. Pearce
David L Russell
Erin-Claire Barrow
Best Artwork
Best New Talent
Aaron Dries
Leanbh Pearson
C.H. Pearce
C.Z. Tacks
Matt Tighe
Zachary Ashford
William Atheling Jr Award for Criticism or Review
Angharad Lodwick, Tinted Edges (book review blog)
Eugen Bacon, for An Earnest Blackness, Anti-Oedipus Press.
Gillian Polack, for Story Matrices: Cultural Encoding and Cultural Baggage in Science Fiction and Fantasy, Luna (UK).
Ian Mond, for reviews, in Locus.