In 1917, on the edge of the outback, a militia clad in clay masks ransacks a homestead and burns it to the ground, forcing a young aboriginal woman, Grace Twomey, to flee Australia.
Her cousin, Flynn, comes across this same supernatural militia after he is injured at the Battle of Beersheba in World War I. To escape, he is also pressed toward exile.
Unaware that their journeys are linked, Grace and Flynn flee along separate trajectories: one through New York City and the Outer Banks, the other Hollywood and into the remotest parts of the American Southwest. Along the way, they wrestle with their different forms of PTSD, until their journeys merge and together they discover the truth about what has pursued them all these years.
“We Who Await the Dawn” (105,000 words) is an upmarket urban fantasy novel, which is rooted in traditional Aboriginal beliefs, such as the Dreamtime (the time before time) and the Bunyip, a dark creature from the billabongs. It fits into the same market as work by China Miéville or Neil Gaiman. You could describe it as “Narnia for grownups.”