Craig Hallam
Craig Hallam is an author whose works span all corners of Fantasy, Sci-fi and Horror, published by Inspired Quill publishing.
Since his debut in the British Fantasy Society journal in 2008, his tales have nestled twixt the pages of magazines and anthologies the world over. His Gothic Fantasy novel, Greaveburn, Steampunk trilogy, The Adventures of Alan Shaw, and the dark short stories of Not Before Bed have filled the imaginations of geeks, niche and alternative readers with their character-driven style and unusual plots.
Recently taking a short break from fiction, Craig has chronicled his experiences of living with depression and anxiety on DownDays.org, a blog which is currently followed by thousands of people across the globe. Now, back in the fiction saddle, he’s working on a series of novellas about the futures of humanity with settings and characters the likes of which you’ve never seen.
He hopes to see you hovering above one of his pages in the near future.
Find him elsewhere:
Patreon: www.patreon.com/craighallam
Twitter: @craighallam84
Facebook: www.facebook.com/craighallamauthor
Blog: www.craighallam.wordpress.com
Inspired Quill: www.inspired-quill.com
“Written with considerable style...a considered dismantling of the macho hero archetype.”
Nimue Brown, Hopeless Maine, on the Adventures of Alan Shaw series
“Witty, expressive and rich.”
Biff Raven-Hill
“A kick in the shinplates to more stereotypical fare.”
Steampunk Chronicle
“Atmospheric…darkly visceral”
Daniel Powell, The Byproduct
“Sharp, sardonic wit that is unmistakeably British”
Nathan Robinson, Ketchup On Everything, Starers, Caldera
“But there was nothing. No village or town as far as her eyes could strain. Nowhere for her saviours to come from and take her to; just fields and trees and the weeping arc of the river Greave all the way to the horizon. Just like in the books, Greaveburn was all there was; building and building until streets were foundations, roofs were floors, constantly climbing away from itself. now that Abrasia saw it, her dream of escape crumbled completely like an ancient map in her fingers. The horizon was the world's edge and there was nothing beyond it but mist and falling.Greaveburn stood alone on this little circle of earth, the river running around and into itself like a snake eating its tail. And Abrasia was doomed to watch the sun and stars trade places for all eternity.”