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

"The voice here is quiet, breathy, big-brass-ballsy, befogged, benighted, believable. The stories stick and poke like an infected tattoo you got done in your friend’s basement. They look cool and terrible, hurt like hell and are remembered with little shudders and slit-eyed grins. Get this book. Stick it in your pocket, carry it around, and read it when you need a jolt. It’ll get you where you need to be."
"Shane Hawk is an exciting new voice in horror fiction. With this debut collection, he has already begun carving out his niche in the genre. Hawk effectively presents the uncanny and the supernatural as symbolic manifestations of the real-life struggles of the modern American Indian. This collection boasts fresh story ideas and interesting characters, not to mention the prose which is oftentimes as humorous as it is unsettling. I suggest grabbing this collection solely for the pleasure of reading 'Orange,' which I would count among my favorite short stories published this year."
"An extremely impressive debut collection from a talented up-and-coming writer. Shane's stories straddle the line between insightful looks into the native experience and universal fears that affect as all, all the while delivering genuine frights that are as grounded in emotion as they are weird as hell. My favorite of the lot was 'Imitate,' a clever and disorienting look at feeling powerless and confused by parenthood, even when you have the best intentions. I'm a sucker for hallucinatory, psychedelic horror, and this one genuinely scared the hell out of me. I look forward to seeing more from Shane Hawk in the coming years."
"Shane Hawk knocks it out of the park with this one. Each short features complex characters and stories that unfold in ways that force your attention and beg you to reread. His experience with the Native-American identity is enlightening and compels me to learn more about these cultures that are too often erased or pushed aside. The prose is artful and intelligent, making the horror that much striking by contrast."
"These tales are visceral and raw. Unafraid to take risks. What I admire most about Shane's stories are their ability to turn on a dime from deep character introspection to demented terror. Even in my short time as a horror fan, I've encountered few authors so willing to step into the strange directions that litter these pages."
"This collection of indigenous horror only has six stories, and the first one is less than three pages long... but the stories in this book will stay with me for a long, long time—especially Wounded, Imitate, and Dead America."

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

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