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and rising...from the grave...
Luke Chester has had enough. He’s the school geek, the girls laugh at him, he’s lost his dead-end job at the pizza place, and in the midst of the world’s messiest divorce his parents don’t even know he exists. An overdose of his mom’s tranquilizers and a stomach full of whiskey should solve all his problems...
But they don’t. Instead, Luke finds himself booted out of the afterlife for not dying a natural death, with nowhere to go but back to his recently vacated corpse and reality. How the hell is he going to pass for one of the living without someone trying to blow his brains out for being one of the undead?
And it just gets worse. He’s got to fight his own desperate craving to consume the living, evade the weird supernatural hunter who’s having a field day with the new undeads rising, and there’s this creepy black shadow following him around. Add to that the distraction of female fellow undead Annabelle burning to avenge her own murder, and clearly there’s no rest for the wicked. Jeez, all he wanted to do was R.I.P.
A YA supernatural novella, coming from Lycaon Press 20th
August.
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Guest post: Why the heck zombies??
I've suffered from bad nightmares all my life. In recent
years it's finally lessened somewhat, and I've taught myself to wake up before
things get too scary. But not always. So as a child, I was banned from watching
horror films—not that I would have chosen to watch them anyway. I avoided
anything scary like fairground rides or horror—even the Hammer House films.
(Funny, but climbing the 14 foot willow tree in our garden, or charging around
bareback on my horse didn't qualify under 'scary'. Not for me anyway. My
parents probably had regular heart attacks).
So zombies might seem entirely inappropriate thing for me to
even want to write about. And yet,
looking back, I realize I've been reading about zombies all my life. Just not
the brain eating monsters from the movies. I met my zombies in Piers Anthony
and Terry Pratchett. Jonathan Zombie in Castle
Roogna, the poor lost soul who, being deprived of the love of his life,
chose suicide and zombie-hood as he waited for her through eternity. The comic
yet tragic Reg Shoe, a regular in the Night
Watch books. Wizard Windle Poons who had to go back to his body because
Death had been given the sack in Reaperman.
And the resurrected Baron Samedi in Witched
Abroad, seeking revenge for his murder. These somewhat sad yet humorous
figures in my favourite books are a huge contrast to the Hollywood classic.
So maybe that's why I fell for R in Warm Bodies. He might still be the brain-eating variety zombie, but
we get to see life from his POV. His character was far more like the zombies in
the books I'd read and loved—a tragic figure rather than a mindless monster. All
he wanted was to make a connection to someone. I not only sympathized with his
character, but desperately wanted him to get his Happily Ever After.
But when muse suggested zombies, my first reaction was 'hell,
no!' I couldn't/wouldn't/shouldn't write zombies. How could I write something
I'd always claimed to hate?! It was an insane idea!
Luckily for me, muse didn't quit. She got her zombies. I got
a story that my editor called adorable. And now I hope you have a reason to try
it even if you don't like zombies
either. ;)
Bio:
After spending
twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals
laboratory, Pippa Jay is now a stay-at-home mum who writes scifi and the
supernatural. Somewhere along the way a touch of romance crept into her work
and refused to leave. In between torturing her plethora of characters, she
spends the odd free moment playing guitar very badly, punishing herself with
freestyle street dance, and studying the Dark Side of the Force. Although
happily settled in the historical town of Colchester in the UK with her husband
of 21 years and three little monsters, she continues to roam the rest of the
Universe in her head.
You can stalk her at her website, or at her
blog, but without
doubt her favorite place to hang around and chat is on Twitter as
@pippajaygreen.
Thanks for hosting me!
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