About Anna Tambour
She couldn’t help feeling that the spell had broken. That she really was a witch… the skilled and conniving, evil-at-heart witch that was really hideous but could hide her true self behind the guise of a woman to fall in love with. I’m a vedma, a witch.
To those who lack caution, proceed. To those who conjure. To those who wander. To those with a hopeful eye for things unseen: 11 distinctly Tambourian (7 special to this collection), typically slippery tales to celebrate life's wondrous unease, and its unerring ability to attract the attention of forces that grin at the notion of human control.
Read Anna Tambour's stories online in magazines such as Tor.com-- "The Walking-Stick Forest" and The Lovecraft ezine--"The Dog Who Wished He'd Never Heard of Lovecraft", and in dead-tree and e-editions of many other international magazines and anthologies.
Or/and delve into her three collections, three novels, and many online pictures of what she calls “Magnificent Insignificants” (like galloping slime moulds who also enjoy Heathcliffy skies). She's lived in many places, but the Australian bush has been home for long enough to celebrate rainy days and rampant leeches at the breaking of drought.
