Author
Tess Harrow
I grew up on a sheep farm near Bothwell, which is about as far from anything as you can get in Tasmania, and I have been scaring my younger brothers since I could talk. Now I work at a maritime museum on the Hobart waterfront, cataloguing things that came out of shipwrecks. Some of them should have stayed there. My horror is slow and quiet. Nobody gets chased with a chainsaw. Something is wrong in the house, and you notice it a little too late. I live in North Hobart with my partner and a greyhound who is afraid of the dark.
