The Rogers Writers' Trust Fiction Prize is a Canadian literary award presented by Rogers Communications and the Writers' Trust of Canada after an annual juried competition between publishers who submit entries.
First presented in 1997, the prize goes to the author of the novel or short story collection judged to be the year's best work of fiction. The prize awards $25,000 to the winning book and $3,500 to each of the finalists.
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