Tricksters Wake Teaser
Trickster's Wake is a low-magic urban fantasy novel for adults currently in development. It's set in a world that blends 1920s LA with late 19th Century UK and features a strong female lead.
This character-driven story centres on themes that consider our relationship with the environment.
This novel is in late stages of development.
Book trailer created by Luke Marcatili.
In The Press
Christopher's first short story, 'Cartograph', was published in the UTS Writers' Anthology, Evening Lands. It was then re-published in 2017 in the Urchin Press Short Story Anthology.
In a review of the Evening Lands, it was reviewed as:
one extraordinary feat of imagination and narration by Christopher Marcatili, who creates in Cartograph a frightening world that is at once alien and familiar...
– Sydney Morning Herald
Christopher is a queer, emerging writer of fiction and non-fiction. A number of his pieces have been published in print and online. He is currently completing a PhD in Anthropology, has an MA in Creative Writing and is also a freelance copy editor.
In 2023, Christopher began a PhD project, focusing on the anthropology of creativity. In 2024, he is in Iceland, working with writers and other creative practitioners to understand the ways narratives form about selfhood and nationhood in times of social upheaval and change.
Christopher started Ellipsis Editing in 2018. He specialises in proofreading and copy editing academic works, including PhD thesis, journal articles, and books. But he also loves to work with creatives on their projects.
Read: Bawder House
Christopher's flash fiction story, 'A Strange Affection', was published by Spineless Wonders in their anthology Queer as Fiction in 2022.
The story was also selected for their Sonic Sydney collection, designed to bring to life parts of the city after COVID. Christopher recorded a reading of the piece, which can be heard by using the QR code in Sydney's Centennial Park or, more conveniently, by clicking below.
The man smiles. It is charming and wicked at once and somehow I cannot turn away. He's a fellow gentleman. Dressed in a tailored suit the colour of dead ashes, fitted with a waistcoat in which his thumbs are hooked, he is an image of self-assurance. White hair tumbles atop his head, his brows arched and his beard cloven at his chin. I feel toward him some bond.
“Brother,” says he, “I've a proposal for you.”
And so I listen.