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This review is long overdue. It is not a quick read. The story is quite long. I was worried that it would drag on and on. Not so! The author provided all of the necessary elements to creat an entertaining and engaging read without bogging down my reading pleasure. So don’t be intimidated by the length of this book, it reads easily and takes you by the hand to show you the story.

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My review of Revamp by Beck Sherman

Imagine  getting on a plane, and after landing you disembark to a deserted airport. In California! No way. That’s what happened to Emma Spade.

After a mad dash to turn in her psych paper on time and a weird encounter with her professor, Emma gets home in time to pack for her flight. A cab gets her to the airport with seconds to spare. Another night filled with horrible dreams left her exhausted and edgy so she pops a couple of melatonin and drifts off. More bad dreams. Emma awakens to a living nightmare. The plane is empty. Something is seriously wrong here.  And it isn’t just here, weird things are happening all over.

Book Blurb

FOR THREE DAYS,  IT WAS DARK.

News reporters scrambled. This was the biggest story to come along in weeks.

They called it a blackout.

The last one was in New York City in 2003, but this one was different, special, because the grids in six major cities across the country had been fried, kaput, see-you-next-Sunday. Everyone with some jurisdiction blamed each other, and when there was no one left to blame, terrorism rode in on its gallant steed.

It was the media’s fault. They were so busy stuffing fanatical Muslims with a penchant for Allah and decapitations down the American citizen’s throat, that they never saw it coming. I guess I shouldn’t  be too hard on them.

They were partially right. It was terror after all, but a whole new kind. And when the lights came back on, things had changed.

The dark had brought us visitors.

Back to my review

Did it get your attention? Great!.

What happens to Emma at the airport is just the beginning. Beck Sherman has a story to tell you, a story of the vampire resistance. A group of people who will not go quietly into the night, won’t surrender without a fight! Sorry, had to use that.

This creepy tale builds and builds, drawing you into the resistance and introducing new characters along the way. I had a love, hate, and really hate relationship with them. You have to remember that these people have been through some horrific ordeals. Keep that in mind when you meet them. Each one has been changed, and they are not all pleasant to be around.

The author has their own vampire lore. Some of the things you think would kill them, don’t, but Beck gives you new weapons that will. I like how the author puts their own brand on these vampires. Can’t wait for you to meet them.

When you read Revamp, ask yourself some questions. What would you do in this situation? Would you hide and hope it all goes away, or would you fight? Fight with everything you have, because this is your world, not theirs?! I like to think I would fight. I just hope I never have to find out.

I read this book slowly, taking in all of the nuances. It could happen. Maybe.

A great book. I’ll be keeping my eye out for more from Beck Sherman and will happily read anything this author writes.

5 STARS

A treat for ya!

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About Beck Sherman

Beck Sherman was born and raised in Massachusetts,  attended Syracuse University undergrad, has a master’s degree in photojournalism from the University of Westminster, London, and when not writing, enjoys exploring abandoned insane asylums and photo-documenting the things that go bump in the night, when they’re kind enough to pose.

You can find out more about the author and the book here:

http://www.becksherman.com/

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5807332.Beck_Sherman

https://www.facebook.com/revampnovel

MORE ZED!!!

Posted: July 5, 2012 in fiction, horror, Zombies
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It’s no secret that I loved this book!

I was just over visiting Stephen on his blog and discovered some great news!

He is very busy writing Books Two and Three of the ZED Trilogy and would welcome suggestions or ideas for what you would like Mr. ZED (or Chase) to do next.

You never know, he might just add it to the story (and credit you in the book).

In addition, If he loves your idea 100%, you might become a character in his story.

I myself would love to see Stephen add a young boy to the mix. You know the kind, a boy who idolizes Zed and follows him around, pestering him with questions and emulating him(except for the being a zombie part).

So hop on over to Stephen’s blog: http://stephenherfst.blogspot.com and leave him your suggestions!

For my post about reviewing ZED: http://wp.me/p27ipo-68

For my review and interview with  ZED: http://wp.me/p27ipo-8G

I have so many books to read. I am reading several right now. There are many more waiting for me. I can hear them calling “Pick Me!”

Here is a list of some of the books up next for me to read and review. I would love it if you would help me pick which two I should start with.

These are just some of the books I need to read or finish reading for reviews. I am currently working on several reviews, interviews and giveaways.

It would be great if you could give me some suggestions on which two I should do next! Let me know!!

English: Sunset on Mildred Island in the Sacra...

English: Sunset on Mildred Island in the Sacramento-San Joaquin River Delta with view of Mount Diablo (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Delta Legend is so much more than a scary creature story. It is about second chances, community, new friendships, budding romance, courage and honor.

There is an inner story that provides vital background for the legend. Kelan has really done a lot of research in order to tell you about this creature and where the events take place. Her descriptions of the Sacramento-San Joaquin Delta are almost visual.  You can almost feel the sluggish, dark water on your skin and the cold, silty bottom between your toes.

There are many characters that have their parts to play in this book. They are all essential to the plot and add depth, believability and some comic relief.

When Calvin has a brush with the juvenile court system, his mother, Angela, knows she has to do something. After losing her older son Leo to drug and gang violence, she does not want him going down the same path. Her solution is to send Calvin to stay with his great-uncle Samuel for the summer break.  He wants no part of the “cuts”, or back country life and arrives with a big chip on his shoulder.

Samuel was apprehensive about taking in Calvin, but is pleasantly surprised when his great-nephew shows a penchant for machine and engine repair. He proves to be a hard worker and an asset at Samuel’s Marine Repair Shop.

Calvin’s first encounter with Mei Li, a young Chinese farm girl, is confrontational. She sees through his tough guy persona and calls him on it. She is sassy and bold and he wants nothing to do with her.

Samuel takes Calvin into the local cafe and small grocery owned by Frances. It is also where the rental desk for Heron’s Harbor Marina, which her teenage son Jess runs. The locals come there to hang out, have a bite to eat and catch up on the daily news around town. It seems every small town has one of these.

After a little bit of juggling, Calvin and Jess start up a friendship. Mei Li is friends with Jess and includes herself on their outings. It is not hard for the others to notice that Jess has developed an interest in Lauren. She is a nice girl, but hangs with the town bullies. But soon enough Lauren sees them for what they are and joins up with Jess, Calvin and Mei Li.

Good old boys Terry and Neal just want to fish and drink cold beer. They motor to their favorite fishing spot and settle in to catch some dinner when they spot what looks like debris from a boat floating in the water. Seeing what they think is a wig, they hook  it and take a look. What they had on the end of that hook was someone’s face. Their return trip broke records. This is not the only encounter they have with body parts, it seems like they just can’t get a day of fishing in.

It soon becomes obvious that something is preying on the people of the Delta. Something hungry. The fatalities start piling up, and finally even Sheriff Ray Cruz has to accept that there is a deadly creature cruising the waters, killing and eating the unsuspecting .

The mish mash of locals,  along with Calvin and his posse of friends and Sheriff Cruz and bumbling Deputy Burt Watson, unite to combat this evil monster. There are many more characters that I’ve not mentioned, each one adding flavor and dimension to the story.  Kelan has the ability to weave them in without confusing you or slowing down your reading enjoyment. No flipping back and forth to see who’s who.

I particularly liked her characterization of Joe, Tak and Samuel. I smilingly think of them as the Over the Hill Gang.

There are a few surprises, you think something has been left out, but then Kelan slips it in effortlessly, providing all of the answers.

And I can’t wait for you to read the great “Oh No!” ending.

If you are looking for a unique monster story with lots of action, adventure and scares, I recommend you get Delta Legend and get reading. 

I loved this book and decided not to do a STAR rating. It deserves much more than 5 STARS.

I am so happy to have Kelan O’Connell on my blog today. She has been kind enough to do an interview.

Hi Kelan. Would you like to start by telling us about yourself?

Sure. I live in Northern California with my partner, Tom Size, who’s a sound engineer/producer. His profession makes for some interesting experiences, especially since one of his primary clients is the rockband Y & T. Considering I was never a rocker chick, it’s pretty funny that I’m now thrown in with that scene. But I truly love the Y & T family and the boys in the band certainly keep us all entertained – on stage, backstage, and on the road.

At home, we have Roxie(a pitbull/boxer mix) who”s a brilliant ambassador against breed discrimination. Everyone who meets her falls head over heels. We also have two cranky old boy cats(both named Jack) who live to wake us up at all hours of the night. These two are NOT good ambassadors for anything and really should be fired, but they’d only file grievances against us so what’s the point really?

When I’m not writing, I love to hike(especially along the Sonoma Coast where I used to live) cook, wine taste, and read. Sadly, I’m writing more than reading these days. When I see how many books you devour on a weekly basis, Laura, I am both impressed and extremely jealous. My idea of a great vacation is to be somewhere beautiful near the water where I can sit and read all day long, my only distractions being a dip in the pool or ocean, eating great food, and enjoying tropical beverages with umbrellas in them.

What was the inspiration for your book?

Delta Legend was a spec screenplay I wrote during my time as a struggling screenwriter in Hollywood. Teen Horror was all the rage back then and I was chasing the genre. In order to crank one out, I had to ask myself “What really scares me?” The answer came from my own young adulthood – swimming and waterskiing in the Sacramento-San Joaquin Delta. I was always more than a little freaked out about what might be lurking in those deep murky waters. So, the story line, characters, and legend all grew out of that one fear, and the Delta itself.

By the time I finished the spec, however, it was such a budget-busting behemoth, no one in their right mind would have touched it. Tons of shooting in and around water, loads of Special Effects(at a time when they were far more expensive) not to mention a cast of thousands – okay, I’m exaggerating but more characters than advisable. Thank god I was deep enough in denial to complete the screenplay, otherwise I never would’ve had the blueprint for what ultimately became the novel.

You have many colorful characters in Delta Legend. Are any of them based on people you know?

None of them are based on any one person, though many of my characters possess some element or trait of someone I’ve known – especially the more extreme ones. I’ve always loved creating colorful(and whacky) characters. This stems from my days writing sketch comedy and one-act plays.

I think colorful characters provide a great balance to the more hip and controlled young adults in YA stories. While teenagers can be just as colorful and out there, most of them have a better cover on. As we age, that cover starts to come off more and we fly our freak flags a little higher without caring who sees it.

Is there one genre you prefer?

Seems I’m becoming partial to YA and its sub genres of Urban Fantasy, Adventure, and Horror. I never feel like I’m writing specifically for a younger audience, however, since people of all ages love YA and I create characters of all ages. I’m also a big advocate of multiculturalism in YA. I’d like to see more YA novels that reflect the demographics of our society.

Do you have a current project and would you like to tell us something about it?

In addition to working on a new “Legend” now and then, I’m finishing a fairly extensive article about the process of turning a screenplay into a novel. It’s not commonly done, and I want to encourage other screenwriters to go for it.

People have no idea how many brilliant stories with great characters have been created but are going to waste in unwanted specs. Of the countless spec screenplays written, only a tiny fraction of those will actually get picked up and made into a film. I now regret that I let Delta Legend languish in story purgatory for almost nine years. I won’t lie, turning a visual story into a narrative one was far from easy, but if I can do it, other screenwriters can as well.

Screenwriters know how to write creatively within a very limited format. This makes for a more deliberate novelist – we rarely wander aimlessly. And the cinematic quality screenwriters bring to a novel is undeniable. Most readers aren’t able to put their finger on why, they just know they’re experiencing a richer, more visual read, one that leaves them saying, “I can totally see this as a movie.”

What was the most challenging aspect of writing this book?

Aside from transitioning it from screen to novel, it was the amount of research required to create the historical fiction element. The novel version required far more detail and therefore more research in order to meld fictional characters with actual historical events. At one point, our kitchen wall was covered with a large timeline so I could visually see when different events took place in order to properly build the story around them. I still have that timeline somewhere. Thankfully, it’s no longer taking up an entire wall of our kitchen.

I’m extremely proud that Delta Legend teaches a slice of American and California history in a fun and interesting way. There’s a small but growing list of teachers who want to use it in their classrooms once the print-on-demand version is available. (I’m working on that.) If I could have learned a piece of American history from a fun YA novel, I would have been much more engaged in high school history class, that’s for sure.

Thanks for a wonderful interview with some really unique questions, Laura! I stalk you here and on Goodreads so I know what to put on my TBR list for that reading vacation I’m dreaming of.

Thank you also Kelan. This was a fun and enlightening interview. It is nice to be stalked, I think?! I am always on the lookout for the next great read. Give me a shout out when you take that vacation!

Exciting News!

Kelan is offering up some really cool stuff for a giveaway here on fuonlyknew! Stay tuned for more about when it will start. I’ll be posting it next week!

Be sure to visit Kelan’s blog: http://kelanoconnell.blogspot.com

and the Delta Legend website: http://deltalegend.com

I hope you enjoyed the review of Delta Legend and the author interview with Kelan O’Connell. See ya’ll next week for the GIVEAWAY!

I went looking for a good zombie collection in my Kindle and look what I found.

 

ZERO
                                                                                                      

Edited by TW Brown

Forward

How did it all begin for you? What was the instant you became a die-hard zombophile? For me, it was my fourteenth birthday when a neighbor took me to see Dawn Of The Dead. The funny thing is, I was actually there to see the other film playing in the double-feature (remember those days?).

S0 … think back to the past dozen or so zombie books you’ve read. How many really delve into how it all begins? It has to start somewhere … right? In these pages , you will find out how it all began.

Seven writers have given you a look at that first person to fall: Patient Zero. This anthology opens the door to the genesis of the zombie apocalypse in detail. Could it really be something as simple as a paper cut? The answer awaits you.

The Morning Show Host by Patrick Shand

Minnie Brown was the catalyst, the one that brought about the beginning of the end for mankind. And to think it all started with a paper cut.

Minnie tells her story in the form of a written apology to be read by a survivor, if there is one. It doesn’t look too good out there.

I loved her sass.

“I died forty times from a paper cut?” I said. “Wow, I’m a bit of a pussy.” “…Hey, you want to take any bets on how many times I’ll croak?”

She is witty and likes to tell jokes, especially dirty jokes, you know, ones about body parts.

Through all of the bloody, bone- gnawing gore she still thought of herself as “Just some crazy lady who told jokes on the radio at the asscrack of dawn”.

Number Two

The Zombie Curse by Bennie L. Newsome

This story takes place over the span of 96 hours.

Justin Burrows, ladies man, cheat.

He slinks home in the wee hours of the morning, trying not to get caught, but wifie is lying in wait for him. When she doesn’t buy his story, he figures, if all else fails, turn the tables on her. He lays a guilt trip on her and lies so well that he actually convinces himself that he has been wronged.

His restless night on the couch was filled with vivid dreams of his sexual escapades with his  one night stand. In the middle of their activities, Justin opened his eyes and saw the woman is no woman. Her face has morphed into an evil visage of a demon. He should have run away screaming but…”Justin always thought with his smaller head, and he did not see why he should stop at that point. The man closed his eyes and enjoyed the ride”.

Now we know how it started. A romp in the sack with a demon. It was spread by a little love bite he gave his wife while having make-up sex.

Justin isn’t doing so well at work, a severe migraine sends him home. Figuring a quick shower would help, he jumps in and lathers up. A loud smack makes him look down. “The startled man looked between his legs, nothing there. Blood was not even present. His stuff had just … fallen off somehow. He returned his gaze to the bottom of the tub. There it was, the whole set, both the faucet and the two knobs”.

Boy, a lot of women would think that was poetic justice. I couldn’t stop laughing and read the whole story out loud to my mother and my sister. We all laughed our asses off.

Fatal attraction with the ultimate twist. Maybe he should have just went home.

The Third One

Termination papers by Suzanne Robb

The goal of Project Re-Genesis was to alter the internal structures of the human body so when an injury occurred, the body would be able to heal itself within mere seconds.”

“Jerrod knew they meant well, but he didn’t think they had the interests of the soldiers at heart. First, they planned to inoculate the soldiers without telling them. Secondly, the kind of alterations happening would be painful and most likely result in the death of some. What they were asking his company to do would be an alteration of human DNA”.

What? The government is not concerned with our welfare? Big shocker there?

Months into the experiment, Spencer still has no results. It is do or die time, literally. Spencer makes a mistake and one of his test subjects takes a bite out of him. Now he is on the other side of the safety glass, while others observe him and take notes. Life is funny that way.

Fourth In Line

The Scientific Method by Nathaniel Phillips

A mere clerk for the Post, more of a fact finder than anything. Why send him to Russia?

“It seemed like a pretty simple assignment, and in fact, it was, but the repercussions of it all … good Lord, saying that it was merely out of my league would trivialize the whole situation”.

The assignment was to gather documents about one Dr. Fenstermacher, a former Nazi SS officer. The scuttlebutt was that, while not as notorious as Dr. Josef Mengele, he also committed experiments of a most atrocious nature.

What our clerk discovers is Fenstermacher”s journal, containing descriptions of an unknown contagion. Inside the pages, he reads about unimaginable horrors performed on young boys and their ramifications.

Welcome to Nazi Germany 1944.

Fifth In Line-Up

William by A. A. Garrison

A man, a woman, a child and a robotic babysitter.

A jingle from the commercial-

“Do the right thing for your loved one. Get a Swammy Sitter today.”

They seemed too good to be true. You could teach them to do damn near anything. Mow the lawn? Yep. Pressure wash the house? Sure, and you don’t have to worry, they don’t rust.

What you have forgotten is the golden rule. Never believe what you see on television and, if it seems too good to be true, it probably is.

Next Up-6

Escarg-O by Chantal Boudreau

Business is booming at The Crystal Fountain Bistro. Mars Grimm a music icon and new patron, has made the restaurant extremely popular. To keep him coming back, Steve and Ray, cooks at the bistro, have to come up with new and unusual dishes.

You see, mars will not eat the same thing twice, except for snails. That’s what drew him to the restaurant in the first place.

desperate to hang on to their jobs, Steve and Ray go to the black market. Steve finds the ultimate snails – Novisuccinea Ovalis. They are unusual, with eye stalks that ripple and vibrate  a glowing, flourescent  green.

Truly revolting looking.

“Well, I was thinking of serving them raw.”

“Raw?! Are you crazy?!”

“Well, they serve sushi raw, don’t they? And we have to keep them alive to maintain the special effects. That’s the whole point, isn’t it – a weird novelty food? Mars will love them!”

Eating them raw probably would have been okay if Steve and a friend hadn’t given the snails a concoction of drugs to keep tem from crawling off the plate.

If I didn’t like escargo before, I definitely won’t be eating them now.

7 – The Finale

Quietus by Christopher Beck

One thing you could say about Reed is he is punctual. Every morning, at the same time, he arrives at the small pond to feed goldfish crackers to a pair of ducks. Also waiting for him is a starling. The bird also knows Reed’s feeding schedule and, knowing he is a food source, follows him to the lab where it finds an open window. Knowing people means food, if flies inside. Ever the opportunist, It samples what is left out in a petri dish. Reed enters the lab and spots the starling but is too late to stop its escape.

Now the bird has a new appetite. All it takes is a peck on a tiny hand to spread the contagion.

In the mood for some twisted zombie tales. Give ZERO a go!

For more go to: www.meydecenberpublications.com

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This is a special day. Not only will I be reviewing ZED by Stehen Herfst, he has also graciously accepted my invitation for an interview.

My review:

 

First let me give you a brief synopsis from Goodreads.

The story revolves around a teenage girl’s promise to save Zed from the human hordes.

Zed is not your typical zombie. He is cursed with the affliction of thought…although he tries to make the best of a bad situation. The goals for his unrest are simple: to improve his stride, to taste a lightly-seared pork loin once again and avoid Activists at all costs.

His life was predictable, controlled and good until chaos crashed the party. In just one day his world is destroyed and his ability to survive is tested. Would he be able to get through this in one piece? And would he somehow be able to survive the unstoppable force that goes by the name of Chase?

I am at a loss to describe how much I enjoyed this book. I did a blog post just about getting ready to review it, and then I reread it so that Zed would be fresh in my mind. So much is wanting to be said.

Imagine being the only zombie that can think. Do you belong with other zombies, or should you avoid them? You would have to wonder, why me? Why  am I the only one, and where do I belong?

Zed chooses a life of seclusion, away from zombies and humans alike. That is until one eventful night when he encounters Chase. Thrown together by chance, they stay together to survive. There is danger for a young girl in these times, especially one traveling alone. Not to mention the human horde that wants to kill and mount all zombies they come across. Maybe, if they work together, Chase and Zed can make it to a safe zone and live their lives in peace.

I am still struggling to tell you about this story. It is much more than the gratuitous zombies eating people scenes, which there are some doozies. It is also funny, like when Zed goes to the maul.  And Chase, man is she a firecracker. She provides the spark and sets this book on fire. You can not help but love her.

Let me tell you, this book is an amazing read. There are so many ups and downs, spins and teeth-clenching thrills inside. It is unlike any other zombie book you have read and you should not miss out. Get Zed and get reading. I hear there are two more books to come.

I gave this 5 STARS and then some.

Now I have a special treat for you. Today I was supposed to be interviewing Stephen Herfst. Alas, he was unable to attend, so he sent Zed in his stead.

To those of you who have not met Zed, Stephen has written a whole book about him. The book is called ZED.

Now, Zed is a zombie and we all know they don’t like to be kept waiting, so I better get to the interview. I have had to change the questions a bit to accommodate Zed, and I was told not to interject while he was commenting.

Would you prefer eating brains from a man or a woman?

Hmm…it would be relative to what I am in the mood for; the flavour of a woman’s brain is intense, sweet and decidedly complex with hidden nuances that require my full attention. A man’s brain is musky, with a strong flavour that underlies the overall demeanor of the host. Of course, certain nationalities would result in some differences, for example, Italians/Spanish are prone to irrational bursts of flavour.

Could you describe what brains taste like?

First of all, the texture deserves some focus: a combination I would best describe as between broiled cauliflower and pate. A pert outer-shell that gives way to a smooth creamy centre. The flavour of the brain is subtle, and its most basic flavour tastes similar to pureed fatty chicken bathed in a brine of embryonic fluid. The flavour is also influenced by the hosts’ diet, with a wine-favouring host being the most delectable. I do like a good red wine marinade.

Would you date another zombie?

If the right female zombie came along…maybe. I take a pride in my appearance and so my partner would need to follow suit. There is a certain predictability to the female of my species, and so, they simply require no more than the offering of some human flesh to win their heart. It is true what they say about the way to one’s heart.

Do you want to remember who you were before?

It does irritate that the information does not come to me. All of my knowledge I have gained since my rebirth. Sometimes something triggers what might be a glimpse into what I think is the past. I am not sure but I have time so, when it happens, it will be one more thing that I can tick off my list.

What pet would you prefer?

I already have many pets. My books are house-trained, silent and speak to me when prompted and they can be silenced just as easily.

Do you floss?

Yes. Personal hygiene is important. I certainly would not want to suffer from gingivitis(or gum-disease)- certainly  do not want to exacerbate any additional flesh rot.

Where would you like to live?

Wherever I can be left to my own devices. Humans are a troublesome horde, always wanting to kill me, mount me, or worse, rescue me. It irritates me that they would somehow think my present situation would require rescuing.

If you were like most zombies that can only mutter brains and could say something else, what would you say?

I have to admit, I do use the classic call of brains when enticing my antagonists into one of my traps. I believe it is best to play to expectation until their realisation comes too late. Alternatively, I prefer saying nothing. Why would you want your prey knowing ahead of time of their impending doom, anyway?

Now, I think I have answered more than enough questions. It is a good thing that I am in a good mood(and do not have my Zombie Kit with me). You caught me at a moment of weakness…and I do not like it. Now be off before I find reason to change my mind…zombies are known for that, after all.

Well, I beat a hasty exit, glad to still be one piece. My thanks to Zed for being so obliging and to Stephen for allowing this interview.

Since Stephen could not make it today, here is a little bit about him.

If I had to define myself in a few words, it would be:

“Reserved, outgoing, thinking, reflective, driven, lazy, observant, competitive, confident, doubtful.”

Depending on my mood, the topic and the people around me, I can be many things. When I began life I wanted to be a programmer but now I just want to be independent. I am always open to trying new things and have always made it a habit of doing things I haven’t done before.

I was born in Germany, from Dutch-South African descent and live in Australia although I’m currently working in California and my family lives in Malaysia. I don’t believe that I can define one country as my home and hope to travel the rest of my life.

I am a Software Engineer by trade but have always loved books. During my early years I would read 5-10 books every two weeks and have always had a fertile imagination. My world was novels but in later years I find it harder to spare the time. I have always had side projects along-side my formal work and have always wanted to write but haven’t found a topic that has interested me until now.

I released my first novel on February 18. It took one month to write, followed by three months of editing. I am proud of this novel, although I am not yet finished. I have two more novels to write in this series, as well as a number of pet projects in the works that I feel “have legs”.

My hobbies include Tennis, Squash, Texas Hold’em, Restaurants(yes, that’s a hobby), watching good movies and reading good books.

I am staying tuned for more about Zed and am curious about those “legs”.

For a prologue of Zed you can go here: http://wp.me/p27ipo-68

You can find Stephen here: http://stephenherfst.blogspot.com

To purchase ZED just click on the cover image at beginning of the post.

I am rereading Zed by Stephen Herfst in order to refresh my memory before I do my review. I feel that if I am going to do this story justice, I need to pick Zed’s brain for thoughts.

 

Written from Zed’s point of view, he tells his own story about survival, which I find very unique and fun. Ever wonder what a zombie thinks?  This book will definitely make you wonder some more.

Prologue

The gun barrel points at me; no mention of surrender accompanies it.

Well that is just dandy.

He does not intend on taking me prisoner and who can blame him? I have given them many for mercy to be an afterthought. It seems only fitting that I would be shown the same level of empathy.

I attempt to find peace as the barrel stares me down. I feel like I have every right to exist, even if my existence contradicts their traditional view of life. It is funny that the gun also contradicts: from its meticulous clinical creation to its final purpose to mindlessly destroy. The gun involuntarily triggers flashbacks of earlier days.

I remember the first time I was almost killed:

The buckshot pierces my shoulder, although the brunt of the shot hits my brother. He flies backwards with most of his face missing. I am unfazed by the loss – I have many brothers left to fill the void. I shrug off the shot and turn back to the bloods that look tired and vulnerable although their guns still have bite.

Ya cotton-pickin’ zees. We ain’t gonna let -“

We silence their noises and then we all fight for a share of the prize – it feels good to be back with my own kind. I remember the horrible food and tests they subjected me to. It is sheer luck that I am free, although my mind is now infected by demons that agitate to be unleashed. I attempt to quell their restlessness by claiming my share of the spoils.

My brain quivers.

A wave of nausea overcomes me as I lose control of my world. I am a captive to these proceedings – the demons rule my mind now.

They scheme together as they massage new thoughts into being. I cannot help thinking why, as I look over the drama that unfolds. I wonder why just a few moments earlier I would have given anything to be among my own kind. Why was I so fixated on blood and brains just moments earlier?

Why do I think?

The demons whisper and now I hunger for something else.

Here is a synopsis borrowed from Goodreads

The story revolves around a teenage girl’s promise to save Zed from the human hordes.

Zed is not your typical zombie. He is cursed with the affliction of thought … although he tries to make the best of a bad situation. The goals for his unrest are simple: to improve his stride, to taste a lightly-seared pork loin once again and avoid Activists at all costs.

His life was predictable, controlled and good until chaos crashed the party. In just one day his world is destroyed and his ability to survive is tested. Would he be able to get through this in one piece? And would he somehow be able to survive the unstoppable force that goes by the name of Chase?

Now I am off to finish reading about Zed. You are not going to believe what happens!

    They Were Hungry! 

 

Aftereffects: Zombie Therapy (From the Case Files of Dr. Victor Frenzel)

  Description borrowed from Goodreads
One day you are an average citizen, carrying on with everyday mundane tasks, the next, you are a fiendish zombie looking to tear off and eat the flesh of every family member, friend, neighbor and stranger you come in contact with.  That’s where your story ends, right? You’re destined to live out your remaining days as a blood-thirsty zombie until deprivation or some un-infected vigilante lays you to rest.
Wrong. The government creates a cure for your cannibalistic condition. Unfortunately, you remember  every gory detail of your killing sprees. Can you cope with the fact that you ingested your fellow human beings? Good news: psychiatrist Dr. Victor Frenzel has devoted himself to treating the psychological aspects of living life after being a flesh-eating zombie. He’s accepting new clients and wants to help you get on with your life. Unless he suspects that you are one of the infected cannibalistic fiends who ate his lovely young wife, Barbara. In that case, you might be a particularly prime candidate for one of his more cutting-edge treatments. Either way you will be cured…..
 
My Review
I am always looking for a new twist on an old idea and boy did I find it.  Be prepared for some horrific scenes of carnage. Zane pulls no punches here.
I liked how the story covers both sides, the infected and the un-infected. It starts after the event has already taken place and the infected have been cured. You will feel like you are in their head, feeling all of the psychological tension and rage. It comes alive in the pages, and while I found most of the characters unlikable, they really rang true as to how we would react.
Described in vividly bloody detail, some scenes left me squirming. The author places you at the scene of the violent feeding frenzy and it will feel like you are the one eating. Here is a little bit to whet your appetite.
“So, you killed the child?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Sure you do, I mean you’ve recalled everything else with such great detail. Did you kill the boy? It is important information that will help me design a clear and effective treatment for you.”
“Yes,” she replied, her voice quiet and distant.
“Yes, what?”
“I killed him! I killed the boy. Is that what you want to hear? I ate him, all of him. I even ate his goddamn bones!”
I wasn’t hungry after that conversation!
With everything for zombie fans along with a unique new twist, Zombie Therapy will pull you from page to page,  cringing but unable to stop reading.
Thanks for the scare Zane. It is not easy to make me squirm, but you got me with this one!
 
5 STARS
 
About Zane Bradey
I was born in Michigan, just outside of East Lansing, where I still live with my beautiful wife and six little zombies. Horror has always been my genre. I grew up waiting for the Saturday-morning creature feature. While other kids were watching Scooby-Doo, I was soaking up Vincent Price films. I like the new stuff, but I love the classics. I remember watching George Romero’s Night of the Living Dead in black-and-white and thinking  “that’s” what I want to write! My early writings were short stories, published in anthologies and young fiction magazines. I was even more successful with literary fiction, but my heart has always been in the horror classics and my mind has always been on zombies. In 2011, I set out to write my first zombie novel, Aftereffects: Zombie Therapy. I currently work in a mental health setting – observing the cases of those suffering from post traumatic stress disorder gave me the basic concept of living life as a cured zombie. With memories of terrifying events relived through flashbacks and nightmares, how do you live life after having been a zombie? You’ll have to read Aftereffects to find out.
For more about Zane: www:zanebradey.com
 
How do you like your zombie?  Would you want to be cured?
 
 
 
  

Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island

Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 Cover of "Stephen King's It"

Cover of "Killer Klowns from Outer Space&...
Cover of Killer Klowns from Outer Space

Today I want to talk about What Scares You.

I don’t know about you, but I love to be scared. Not the jump out and yell BOO! scared, unless it is in a movie. I mean while reading. Some books are so scary that I find myself hugging a pillow, dreading the next line.

An example would be Stephen King’s IT. Pennywise the clown is one of my all time scariest characters. I find clowns to be creepy. All that white face paint makes them look dead and their teeth look yellow. Huge creep factor!

And what about Killer Klowns From Outerspace? You would think with a title like that the movie would be lame. It is a classic B-movie with plenty of violence, campy fun and the ugliest clowns imaginable. Scary good.

Recently I read The Dark Horde by Brewin’. Do you remember the old black and white movies about Dracula, the Wolfman and Frankenstein? They did not have all of the fancy CG that we have now, so the movies relied on building an atmosphere that played on our fears. Brewin’ has written a book that reads like these movies. You have this apprehension while reading, worrying about what comes next.

My bookshelves are loaded with horror stories. Many of them are tattered and soft from frequent reading. Now and then I feel the urge and reach for one of my favorites, grab a pillow to hug, settle in and open the book.

How about you? Do you like to be scared? What are your favorite characters in horror books?

Title: The Dark Horde

Author: Brewin’

The Dark Horde

Book Description from Goodreads

Part thriller, part crime-fiction, all supernatural horror, The Dark Horde tells of the return of an ancient evil that is neither stoppable nor comprehensible…

My Review

From the opening page to the horror driven end, this story had me riveted.

Howqua Hills is under siege by something. Monster, demon, alien, or creature from another dimension, who knows? They have been waiting, but no more. Out of the shadows they come, the Dark Horde.  Hungry for flesh, they thrill to feel our terror and revel in our pain. Want a taste?

“The beast had an acute sense of smell, enabling it to smell the raw terror in the sweat of its quarry. The smell of this human was strong, indulging its senses with delectable wafts. Hungry for the kill, it gripped the wooden handle of the trap door and slowly teased it open. The shrieking cry of its hinges rang out, enhancing the fear of the cornered prey…It entered, scraping its clawed feet across each wooden step with calculated intent to terrify… Two down, one to go.”

The action is intense and relentless and the creatures are absolutely terrifying. Want a bit more?

“It glared at them with red, hate-filled eyes the shape of swollen slits as its bloodied snout curled to reveal a chaotic array of sharpened teeth. It grinned.”

Able to manipulate our minds, they invade our dreams with heart-stopping nightmares. I was worried they would invade my dreams. I read this book in one sitting and finished in the wee hours. Maybe it was because I was sleep deprived, but I didn’t remember dreaming. However, there are many more nights to come.

Brewin’ is a master at making you afraid of the dark. I suggest you sleep with a flashlight!

Here is the Unpublished Prologue

I was once an avid believer in many things… I believed in love, in compassion, in hope. I even believed in a God watching lovingly over us and that somewhere within the mystery of it all, there was a special place for us. This inclination towards a blind faith was strong in me, stamped upon my DNA and cultivated through my upbringing. I was sheltered from the brutal reality of this world, hidden from the horrible truths of our existence.

It is your choice to hear these words, but be warned, once you understand what they mean you will never be able to hide in the warm comfort of ignorance again.

Unless you’re prepared for this, it’s best you stop now. Time is short now, I sense them drawing close. Whilst blood flows through these shaking hands, I will tell you of them, in the hope that someone hears these words and know of what is inevitably to come.

I know not how to stop the Dark Horde, or how to stop the events I have set into motion. But I doubt it makes any difference, as mankind is doomed anyway.

It wasn’t always like this. Once I enjoyed a happy life too. Once I had  a life. my early childhood to the outsider seemed like any other. A child full of energy and confidence, and the world around me was of wonder. Then, when I was seven, came the visions. They were infrequent at first, like intermittent thunder before the storm, but by the time I was eight they were coming to me not only every night, but every hour of every waking day. Every child fears the dark, but who’s to believe that a child’s nightmares could possibly be real?

I was trapped alone in a world of nightmares, under constant assault from a force no one could see or believe. With time the cancerous visions only grew stronger and my parents grew ever more frantic in their attempts to find a cure. After numerous doctors and counselors, my parents finally found a psychiatrist to their liking. I was not yet ten when he gave his damning assessment; “Your son is suffering from temporary psychosis of a type that is treatable and not uncommon in boys his age. Nightmares and the fear of the dark occur in most children and have been known to be so intense that it results in delusions and even hallucinations. it is merely a product of the hormonal imbalance of puberty, of an over-active imagination…But he will be cured and in years to come he’ll look back at these days with humor and think how silly he’d been! Fear not, this psychosis will come to pass.”

I was to receive therapy and medication, and for a few mostly happy years, the treatment seemed successful. but always below the surface, dark forces gathered, revealing themselves in occasional “fits of madness”. My doctor was intrigued by this and sought to uncover what was best left alone. He put me under hypnosis, an event that was to forever alter my life. I was only thirteen. The hypnosis swept aside the clouds of consciousness, revealing my past in all its horror. I saw my previous life and the terrible deeds I had done. I realised then that the visions keep returning to haunt me because they are my past. In some archaic time I had brought them into this world, though what they were, I did not know. I only knew that they were alien to this world and meant only to destroy it…And I. in some “fit of madness”, had let them in.

I became resigned to the power of the visions, recognising my place in the scheme of things and realising the futility of it all. With time, I learned to hide the visions effects and ceased to even tell others of their existence. By the age of sixteen, I was deemed cured and ready to join the “real world”…But I had merely learned to wear the mask of sanity. Sometimes, however, the mask slipped…And deeds of darkness came to light.

I would wake alone in a dark forest, shivering. Then I’d realize…I dreamt this. Somehow I had sleepwalked into the forest at night, the black shapes of swaying trees crowded around me and the wind taunted in strange voices. Then I’d notice the candle-lit inscriptions in the dirt before me…If what I just dreamt was real, then I knew we were in great danger. Screaming, I’d run through moonless undergrowth until I found a road I could follow home, or someone found me, bruised and feverish, the next day.

My fate was inevitable. I was doomed to repeat history.

Neither drugs nor therapy would stop my sleepwalking and before long I was sleeping in restraints. At seventeen I left school and moved with my parents from Howqua Hills to far away Melbourne. With the move, my sleepwalking tendencies ended and I was able to begin a new life among strangers who did not know my past, nor care. They teased me for my country background, but accepted me as normal, as someone who was dependable. But never did the visions relent on my tortured mind, ever reminding me of who I was and who I was destined to be.

It is now five years later and things are no different. destiny is cruel when you are its slave. There is no privilege in this, no fortune in being chosen, there is only eternal damnation. but I cannot be held responsible for something that started and was predetermined before i was even born. And if I wasn’t their channel, it inevitably would have been another, if it wasn’t my past life, it inevitably would have been someone elses.

it is utterly useless to try to stop them. Their age is limitless, as is their knowledge and power. We are to them as ants on the Earth. An organized society that adapts and multiplies, but does not know of the world around it. We are not the most advanced creature in the universe, even on our own planet. Nor are we blessed in any way. Just as many other species of life succumbed to our dominance, so shall we succumb to others.

And now as I sit here making this recording of my final words; i know that i can restrain them no longer. Consciousness is fading, the lights grow dim and my voice faint. they are close now.

Calling…Calling…Calling…

“…..Come Dark Horde, remember, and once more be!

We are as one, as many are we,

Become one, once more be.

We are as one, as many are we,

Become one, once more be…”

After many hours of semiconscious chanting, I was startled awake by a sharp crack in front of me. Before me stretched a black void with depths beyond comprehension. A nauseating stench fell over me and I saw that within the nebulous darkness was a pair of eyes: red convex slits. They were a short distance away and staring directly at me, my mind naked before their gaze…

My God, what had I done?

About Brewin’

Brewin’ knew he wanted to be a writer when he was only seven and that has shaped his life. A gift from his brothers of a Role Playing Game Book was a pivotal moment in his life. Game books(along with role-playing games) made him the writer he is today. The last third of his first published novel, Evermore: An Introduction, is a choose-your-own-adventure and his second novel, The Dark Horde, has one of the characters from Evermore in it. For more about Brewin’ and his work visit:

http://www.thebrewin.com