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Trent Jamieson is an award-winning novelist and short story writer.
Orbit published his Death Works novels, which are about love, the Australian city of Brisbane*, and the business of death.
Angry Robot published the Nightbound Land Series which is sort of cli-fi, sort of steampunk, sort of space opera.
Text published Day Boy; it’s country towns, vampires, and bildungsroman.
His website is at www.trentjamieson.com.au
Fiction Series: Ongoing 11 Chapters
Updated May 3, 2020 · 22,530 words (82 minutes) · 1320 views
Jack Nimble tripped over the gravity well; eight centuries of flight tech failed at once; Trim’s diagnostics were a maelstrom of numbers in his mind; all the data that he left up to his ship, when it worked, had become a sort of non-Fourieral scream. Jack blamed the Glorious War Machine, of course. But here in the yawing ship, rapidly describing a rolling dropping shuddering gyre, there was nothing he could do, but fall stung by Trim’s howling data stream.
Published Apr 10, 2020 · 6,090 words (23 minutes) · 174 views
To journey with a giant is to observe the slow bones of the world, to note its curvature and the raw edges and hints of the earth’s ending. It is to fly; not quite. Soon, all the things May had known were behind her. All the landscapes that had made her replaced with the unfamiliar. This is the way it is for most of us, even if we never leave the regions where we were born. But to journey with a giant: the changes are stark. A giant makes the world obvious.
Published Mar 25, 2020 · 3,884 words (15 minutes) · 264 views
Alarm bells rang. Common enough in a state of Anthozoan war. Tocsins echoing: warning of collisions imminent or induline spore clouds and polyps drifting and falling like death. But this clamour was different, urgent and strange.
Published Mar 25, 2020 · 2,598 words (10 minutes) · 183 views
Home a spinning sentience, a wondrous habitat. Habitats, what arrogance! Once, long ago, before my race grew tired of space travel, that was their purpose. World ships modelled on cetaceans -- deep brained and singing, bellies full of verdancy.