About Ryan T McFadden
I am a writer of fantasy and horror, with short stories and novellas published through Dragon Moon Press, Edge SF & F, and Absolute X-Press. In 2014, my novella Ghost in the Machine won the Aurora Award (Canada’s most prestigious award for SF&F) for Short Fiction.
My motley past involves such dangerous work as database administration, ice cream flavouring (seriously, that’s a thing), hockey league administration, screen printing, web design, furniture building, and home renovations.
He lives in London with his two beautiful, but sometimes diabolical daughters, who he is sure are plotting to one day overthrow him.
My other writing credits (not shown on this site) include stories in Chicago Overcoat, Afterburn SF, Sinister Tales, as well as a finalist in the $1500 JFJK contest, a semi-finalist in the Writer’s of the Future (as well as receiving two Honourable Mentions)
5 Fun Facts You Didn’t Know About Me:
- Through sheer force of will, I am able to keep planes airborne. If I concentrate hard enough, and grip those armrests tightly enough, everything will be fine. I’d really prefer the flight attendants wouldn’t talk to me about free snacks — it takes a lot of energy to keep a plane in the air…and everyone is depending on me to keep it that way.
- I’d much prefer to amass skills than things. Sure, I’ve got the most recent iPhone, and a few cool gadgets, I’d rather learn something to impress people with: I can make fine furniture, play the opening bars to Metallica’s One, can ski, skate, scuba, and other activities starting with s (keep your mind out of the gutter).
- I own a renovation company called Revival Renovations specializing in bathrooms and kitchens.
- I began writing dark fiction at the age of six. I wrote an space opera where involving a battle between humans and aliens. It featured many decapitations and amputations. It upset my mother so I hid these stories for many years.
- I first sold-out in grade 10 (giving in to the man!). My mother (see number four) thought my poetry was too grim and dark and she wanted to see something a little more upbeat. So I wrote about…a birth. A very odd thing because I didn’t know the first thing about babies, or kids, nor did I think babies were in any way special. My teacher, Mr Krizak, loved my poems, except for the birth one — he wrote a big question mark over that page.