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Matt Dovey is very tall, very British, and most likely drinking a cup of tea right now. His surname rhymes with “Dopey”, but any other similarities to the dwarf are purely coincidental. He has a scar on his arm where the giant squid caught him with its beak as it finally won free and slipped back into the terrible depths. He now lives in a quiet market town in rural England with his wife & three children, and still struggles to express his delight in this wonderful arrangement.

Photo of the author, smiling and looking rather dapper, if I do say so myselfHe does boring stuff with computers for a living. He got into writing because he thought it'd pay well and the world would be falling over itself to read his genius; he has since been thoroughly disavowed of both notions. He is a member of the Codex Writers Group, the Villa Diodati Writers Group, and an associate editor (slush monkey) at PodCastle. He sometimes reads other people's stories out loud, too.

When he's not writing, he's probably homebrewing wine, mucking about with his camera, or running around a field with a pretend sword and a silly accent. Writing has stolen all his computer game time, though, and adult life has stolen all the money he used to spend in Games Workshop.

He has presently completed 36 consecutive orbits of the sun (a personal best) and hopes to continue extending this record. He still hasn't read The Shepherd's Crown because he can't bring himself to live in a world where there are no new Discworld books awaiting him.

Should you care to contact the author, you may email him at mattdovey@gmail.com. He is perenially terrible at replying to emails, though, so please don't take it personally when it takes weeks for him to reply. He promises he will feel guilty about it the entire time.

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Matt Dovey is a British writer of short science fiction and fantasy. Read some of it at mattdovey.com, or find him timewasting on Twitter @mattdoveywriter.
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Matt Dovey is very tall, very British, and probably drinking a cup of tea right now. His surname rhymes with "Dopey", but any other similarities to the dwarf are coincidence. He has short science fiction and fantasy stories all over the place: read them at mattdovey.com, or follow him on Twitter @mattdoveywriter.
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Matt Dovey is very tall, very British, and most likely drinking a cup of tea right now. Although his surname rhymes with "Dopey", any other similarities to the dwarf are purely coincidental. He lives in a quiet market town in rural England with his wife and three children, and still struggles to express his delight in this wonderful arrangement. He is a professional writer of short science fiction and fantasy stories, which have been published all over the place: you can read most of it for free at mattdovey.com, or find him timewasting on Twitter as @mattdoveywriter.

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Matt Dovey is a professional writer of short science fiction & fantasy. He is very tall, very British, and probably drinking a cup of tea right now. His surname rhymes with “Dopey”, but any other similarities to the dwarf are purely coincidental. More →

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Mark's next door neighbour and business partner Pat kept telling him that power flowed through his veins. He took a breath and closed his eyes, trying to will the power back out again and into the ash wand in his outstretched hand. He pointed it at Pat's door. A narrow beam of blue light squeezed out of the end and hit the lock. Nothing happened. Sighing, he folded the wand and put it in his pocket. He took out his key and let himself into her house.

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