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5:00pm, 20th April 2016

WotF Golden Pen winner 2016

So this happened.

Not only that, but my illustrator, Adrian Massaro, won the Golden Brush award--the first time in contest history that one story has won both awards.

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8:00pm, 20th March 2016

Shortlisted for the James White Award 2016

Absolutely delighted to announce that I've been shortlisted for the 2016 James White Award for best new writer, supported by the British Science Fiction Association and Interzone. The winner should be announced around 18:00 GMT on Saturday 26th March at Mancunicon; the prize is publication in Interzone, which is huge--it's pretty much the only British SF magazine left standing, and is one of the most respected and reputable venues in the field.

Suffice to say: I am full of excitement.

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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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