About Shane Hawk
An emerging indigenous writer of dark fiction
Hawk received a BA in History from California State University San Marcos and a single-subject credential for both social science and English. When he’s not working with students or writing fiction, he enjoys the outdoors, photography, making music, and watching classic ‘80s movies—all with his partner, Victoria Fletcher.
Shane Hawk's writing debut was a pocket-sized collection of indigenous horror, ANOKA.
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While I don’t read much horror, the vibrancy of these stories immediately impressed me. The voice in these six stories is urgent, insistent, and unrelenting, and I couldn’t put the book down until I’d finished each one.
David Heska Wanbli Weiden, Lakota author of WINTER COUNTS
Praise for ANOKA
Selected Quotes from ANOKA
Offer yourself, your life, your time, to another person for nine years and they laugh in your face. She spit on the grave of their marriage. A piece of his heart still lies in that cut of earth, that blood-soaked soil.
Anoka, Page 12
Never prayed to a god before. Even in those lodges as a kid, I never connected to those dead spirits. I pretended to, though, to respect my elders.
Anoka, Page 24
I hated the Boy Scouts and their Order of the Arrow. Wasn’t enough to steal our land, but the WASPs also tried to imitate our ceremonies, our regalia, and call it their own.
Anoka, Page 29
He always found it funny he chewed a product named Red Man that used an Indian for the logo. He supposed it didn’t matter. Any representation of us gave us significance, gave us weight. Made us not just some forgotten ghosts of American history.
Anoka, Page 57
Chaska never understood why his grandfather ditched polytheism, but chalked it up to his upbringing. Those government-run boarding schools fractured his identity. Should have called them ‘breaking schools.’
Anoka, Page 58
They weren’t my tribe, but I believed that legend. Witches and werewolves were real. Why not Windegos? And isn’t that what happened to the Donner Party out in California? Being so desperate for meat, for food. Could relate to that. Pitied any person with nothing to fall back on, enough to eat someone’s heart out.
Anoka, Page 67
