It’s 2020, so it has taken longer than usual for the Subjective Chaos Kind of Awards panel to read our way through another stellar shortlist. But the reading and the debates are done at last: it’s time to reveal our 2020 award winners! Who will be getting a pebble in the post?
Another exhilarating year of Subjective Chaos has come to an end: in amongst the many events at Dublincon, we announced our 2019 winners – and celebrated as our 2019 Fantasy winner took home the Campbell for Best New Writer (don’t say we didn’t tell you). Enormous congratulations to Jeannette Ng!
Our little team have split up and are pursuing separate goals: to save a life, and to save a god. But our heroes must confront their pasts before they face their future…
The Wild is terrifying, but it can’t hold a candle to the inside of a Behemoth. Exploring a walled-in wreck in the Greenslick, have Vintage and her little band stumbled on a clue to the origins of the Jure’lia – and a cure for Ygseril? The race is on to see which of the Eskt siblings can bring back the god-tree first…
Unexpected team-ups make for uneasy alliances, especially in the Wild. But when you’re a wanted woman with a bloodthirsty fell-witch on your trail, it’s better to have friends… even if one of them is a bitey elf with an attitude problem.
The Jure’lia have always returned, and the Eborans have always fought them off. But Ysgeril the god-tree whose sap gave the Eborans eternal life is dead. The desperate Eborans have become as deadly to humanity as the Jure’lia. Who will stand against the Jure’lia when they return?
This year saw lots of travelling and some intense deadlines that got in the way of me writing reviews in a timely fashion for everything I read. Still, it’s never too late for a quick look back at the ones that got away!
Young, sheltered and abused, Maia is the Emperor’s least-loved son, the only offspring of a poorly-judged political match. When a terrible accident kills his father and brothers, Maia is recalled from exile and proclaimed Emperor – upsetting every apple cart in the empire. Can he hold on to the throne?
It all started – as so many things do – with a proposal on Twitter: what would happen if a group of bookworms had a go at calling the best genre reads of 2017? Well, firstly an explosion of reading lists as our opinions cross-pollinated. Then an outbreak of glee. Finally, much Serious Debate. And now, at last, we can reveal our winners…
Children go missing all the time. Sometimes, there is a fuss. Sometimes, they come home. Sometimes, they’ve been much further than you’d think. Welcome to Eleanor West’s Home for Wayward Children. Leave your disbelief at the door. Open your heart wide. Bring tissues.
Of Sight, Of Mind, Of Heart is one of those short stories that should come with a warning: don’t read in public; guaranteed to make you cry. Guaranteed to make me cry, anyway, and it’s a pretty solid rule that I do love a story that grabs my heart strings and embarrasses me in public.
Young Cam is tasked to journey to a distant city with a letter and a dagger that he can’t get rid of – no matter how he tries. Hunted through the wilderness, he realises he has been tricked into more than just carrying a message. But the city and its cats need a Seroster. Can Cam avoid the fate being forced on him?
Iris Villarca is an only child, kept isolated from friends and servants. Her father wishes only to protect her, but she dreams of stories where headstrong daughters seize their freedom. There is no freedom for a Villarca. Villarcas sicken if they leave Rawblood. Villarcas die young. And so do those they love.