I'm very happy to announce that my short story 'Greenteeth' has been nominated for a British Fantasy Award! The story originally appeared in Black Static #50 and will be appearing in my collection Hollow Shores, out this October from Dead Ink Books.
The full list of nominees can be found here.
The story is also being adapted as a short film by the filmmaker and writer (and knower-of-everything about folk horror) Adam Scovell. Exciting times.
Here's a short extract from the story:
Think of the city in layers. Too often measured in urban sprawl, width, diameter, population density. Rarely in depth, in height. The vertical, the submerged, and all those bits in between. I live in a sunken city, a place interstitial with coots and cormorants and rats. Not Top-London or London-Under. London-in-between, neighbour to Canada goose and heron. But even here, we’re fighting for space.
There is London, its streets and bookies, pubs and gastropubs and caffs and bakeries. There is Top-London; the glassy point of the Shard, the thrusting glass cocks with cute names that hide their malice, the chimneys at Battersea, the upper reaches of the beautiful brutalist blocks, and the ever-present cranes. There is London-Under, a realm of Roman relics and burnt soil where the trains rumble, commuters crush and, I’m sure, troglodytes gather in forgotten tunnels performing rituals to obscene gods.
My London-in-between—there are so many—is the canal network, fighting mildew in winter, coaxing cherry tomatoes and herbs from plastic pots come summer. Sunken veins just below the dirty city streets, pleasant remnants from an industrial past that helped ruin the world.