Ian Trevaskis


G’day and welcome to my website. I’m an Australian author living in a beaut little country town in north-east Victoria, not far from the mountains where I love to ski the back country in winter.

Latest News

The Towers of Zordran”, my latest Young Adult novel has just been published. A full-on, fast paced adventure that slips from the present day to a mysterious past; a hyperventilating story that will keep you on the edge of your seat with its unexpected twists and turns; that will have you cheering loud and strong for Jack and Ruby as they don their armour, grab their swords and set off on an adventure of a lifetime! The novel is now available as an ebook at www.amazon.com.au or if you prefer to hold an actual book in your hand, as a Print-on-Demand book from www.amazon.com.au

About me

I was born in 1949 in Geelong, Victoria where I had a great childhood hanging out with my mates, riding my bike everywhere, terrorising the local neighbourhood and spending endless summer days bodysurfing and lazing on the beach.

When it was time to give all the fun stuff away and grow up I became a primary school teacher, but that little kid is still lurking within me and often pops up somewhere in my stories.

A ‘proper’ job and marriage led to another gang of kids – four to be precise – who are now all grown up and doing their own thing. This means I’ve now got plenty of time to do what I love – write!

When I’m not writing, my wife and I go for long bike rides in search of good coffee, travel overseas, visit wineries and gush over our latest grandchild.

In the beginning

My first attempt at serious writing was in the diaries I kept as a pre-teen. These contained incisive and enlightening entries such as “Jam sandwiches for lunch” and “Washed the dog after school” and progressed to long-winded, flowery essays while at high school.

It wasn’t until the late author Michael Dugan was visiting my school in 1989 that I decided I too could write a story and get it published. Ha, ha, this was easier said than done! Up until then I hadn’t realised just how hard it is to be a REAL writer.

Anyway, thanks to my son’s total fear of dogs I ended up with a story that a publisher actually liked and even offered me some money (not much) to publish.

Quincy, about Christopher and a fearsome dog that follows him home from school, was first published in 1990 and reprinted again in 1991 (twice) and 1993. It must have been okay because the Children’s Book Council of Australia decided to give it a ‘Notable Australian Book’ award. Unfortunately it didn’t make me mega rich so I had to continue with my ‘proper’ job.

In between the demands of teaching I squeezed in some writing time on weekends and holidays and managed to write a few more stories that were good enough to be published.

Now that I’ve retired from my ‘proper’ job I can play with words all day long and create all sorts of characters and worlds where anything can and does happen!

Published works

By Ian Trevaskis
  • The Towers of Zordran, Young Adult novel, book one in a series, Amazon Kindle Direct Publishing, 2016.
  • Edge of the World, picture story book, Walker Books Australia, 2012, illustrated by Wayne Harris… read more>
  • Hopscotch: Golden Scarab, the second book in the Hopscotch series, a novel for older readers, Walker Books Australia, 2010…
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  • Delilah’s Dream,  picture story book, New Frontier Publishing, illustrated by Janine Dawson, October 2009… read more>
  • Hopscotch: Medusa Stone,  a novel for older readers, Walker Books Australia, 2009. … read more>
  • Quincy, picture story book, Ashton Scholastic, 1991, illustrated by Sue O’Loughlin; … awarded Children’s Book Council of Australia ‘Notable Australian Book Award’ … read more>
  • The Postman’s Race, picture story book, Random House, 1992, illustrated by Greg Rogers; awarded Children’s Book Council of Australia ‘Notable Australian Book Award’ … read more>
  • Periwinkle’s Ride, picture story book, Nelson Thomson Learning/SRA, literacy series, 1994, illustrated by Warren Crossett … read more>
  • Bumped and Thumped, picture story book, Reed Books Australia/Houghton Mifflin USA, literacy series, 1995, illustrated by Craig Smith … read more>
  • Gumboots, picture story book, Random House, 1995, illustrated by David Cox … read more>
  • Buck’s Big Adventure, picture story book, WAW Credit Union, 2003, illustrated by Jacqui Melbourne … read more>
  • Monkey Buys Trouble, literacy series, McGraw-Hill, USA, 2006 … read more>
  • Tom’s Tryouts and Grasslands, literacy series, McGraw-Hill, USA, 2007/08 … read more>

Other stuff

Of Boys and Boats is another novel my agent is currently trying to find a home for. Here’s a snippet …

I had one hell of a killer stitch. It felt like someone was plunging a sharp knife deep into my guts. Every time I tried to suck in a breath the knife plunged deeper. Even though my legs were pumping like jackhammers they felt like they were filled with cement. It was like being in one of those never ending nightmares; one where you’re being chased by a gigantic hairy spider or a slobbering red-eyed monster. No matter how fast or how hard you run it’s always there, right behind you, closing the gap.

“Bugger you, Percy!” I wheezed.

My breath came in short rattling rasps. Hot sweat stung my eyes. I wanted to stop, but I knew if I did they’d all call me piss weak. And they’d be right, but I wasn’t about to let them see just how piss weak I was. I kept running.

Skip ran beside me, loping along effortlessly. I envied the way he made it look so easy, like it was the most natural thing in the world to do. His tongue hung out the side of his mouth and a glistening rope of spit swung in the evening breeze. He looked up at me and I could’ve sworn he grinned.

“Don’t overdo it young fella,” Mrs B called from the front of her milk bar. “You’re not running for a sheep station you know.”

She was sitting on a stool beside the door fanning her face with her apron flap. Her dress was hitched up high and I caught a glimpse of varicose – veined legs and brown bloomers.

“Give my best to your dad,” she called after me.

I managed a nod, gave her a limp wave and kept running.

It was dark in the street. The only light came from the flaming torch I was struggling to hold above my head. By the time I rounded the corner I was wheezing loudly. As I neared ‘Bailey’s Wood Yard’ I faltered and slowed down. Bright lights blazed in the yard and I could see piles of freshly cut wood, stacked and ready for delivery. My eyes darted nervously about the yard, hoping that Basher wasn’t lurking there.

As I jogged past the open gates Basher’s dad looked up from beneath the open hood of an old army truck. He was a big bear of a man, a fuzz of coal black hair covering his arms and shoulders, his hair an untidy tangle of tight curls. His arms bulged from hours spent swinging his axe and coiled springs of hair poked out over the top of his sweat stained singlet. A pinched rollie hung from his thin lips. He gave me a narrow look before bending back over the engine. Skip growled. I kept running.

It had been Percy’s idea to have our own Olympic torch relay. “We can run it around the block each night while the real one’s being run from Darwin,” he’d suggested as I dinked him home from school.

“We can run it?” I said. “We?”

“Yeah, well, you know what I mean,” he shrugged.

I agreed that it sounded like a good idea, especially because soon the real Olympic Torch would arrive at the Melbourne Cricket Ground for the start of the 1956 Olympic Games.