Sunyi Dean (sun-yee deen) is a multi-award losing author who was born in Texas, grew up in Hong Kong, and now resides in North England. She writes speculative fiction with a weird slant and her debut novel, THE BOOK EATERS, was an instant #2 Sunday Times Bestseller.
In her spare time, she likes buying whisky, collecting dumbbells, and dying in jiu-jitsu. She also cohosts the Publishing Rodeo Podcast with fellow author, Scott Drakeford.
Out on the Yorkshire Moors lives a secret line of people for whom books are food, and who retain all of a book's content after eating it. To them, spy novels are a peppery snack; romance novels are sweet and delicious. Eating a map can help them remember destinations, and children, when they misbehave, are forced to eat dry, musty pages from dictionaries.
Devon is part of The Family, an old and reclusive clan of book eaters. Her brothers grow up feasting on stories of valor and adventure, and Devon—like all other book eater women—is raised on a carefully curated diet of fairy tales and cautionary stories.
But real life doesn't always come with happy endings, as Devon learns when her son is born with a rare and darker kind of hunger—not for books, but for human minds.
Remy is a waitress, scraping by in the waking world. Ro is her dream-self, fighting monsters in the dreamworld.
Remy has depression and a catalogue of failure. Ro has magic guns and kickass friends.
Remy is planning to take her own life. Ro is pretty sold on staying alive.
If Remy dies, Ro is fucked.
Dream-selves don't survive the death of their dreamers. If Ro wants to keep living, she must breach the divide between worlds (no problem) and defeat a Sumerian goddess of death (little harder), all to save someone who doesn't want saving (no promises).
ANCHOR tells the story of two different women in two different worlds, who share one life between them.
The Hero must journey across the desert to capture The Thief Of Memory and retrieve her stolen memories. But what she finds in the end may destroy her.
A man is offered the opportunity to partake in an exclusive, subscription-based eating club for those who wish to dine on human flesh. But he may have bitten off a little more than he can chew.
It's like a regular newsletter, except instead of news, you get pictures of my dog, a couple times a year. I won't spam, I promise! I hate spam too much to do that.