Antony Broad is an Australian writer of crime noir, extreme horror, and transgressive fiction. Raised in Queensland, he writes Australian worlds where heat clings to bitumen, rivers carry old violence, and concrete remembers every name cut into it. Across his work, the surface is never clean. Warehouses, train lines, sub-tropical compounds, scrublands, fight pits, and family homes all rot under the same pressure: power, hunger, faith, addiction, inheritance, and the systems built to keep people trapped. His fiction moves through grime and filth with a hard, spare voice, drawn to bodies under stress, cities with teeth, and men shaped by forces they mistake for fate. His style is raw, tense, and atmospheric, built from pressure rather than ornament. Every line has a job. Every wound has a history. Whether writing about youth crime, bodily ruin, religious corruption, organised violence, or the inheritance of trauma, Broad’s work circles one question: what survives when a person is stripped of choice, and what kind of monster gets mistaken for a man.