J. A. Egan

John Andrew Egan calls George Town, Tasmania, home, a place where the night sky stretches wide, dark, and crystal-clear, perfect for losing himself in the stars. It is here, in the silence between earth and sky, that he had the encounter that changed how he sees the universe.

One evening, as he watched the heavens, sunlight reflected sharply off an unidentified object. It moved with startling speed, veering sharply to dodge an approaching satellite. Up close, it revealed a strange, striking form: massive enough to cover an entire football pitch, its hull covered in fine, uneven pits, just like the skin of an orange. In a split second, it pulled off a maneuver that defied conventional physics, slipped past disaster, and then faded away as if it had never been there at all. John suspects it used some form of advanced cloaking or projection technology that briefly failed under the strain of such extreme movement.

That unexplained sighting became the seed for his writing: he now crafts narratives about lives given a miraculous reset, only for the protagonist to learn that a second chance always carries a price, and sometimes a very heavy one.