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Wednesday, July 15, 2020

Excerpt: Monsters, Movies & Mayhem: + giveaway

“The authors’ palpable love of supernatural cinema is infectious; horror fans won’t want to put this down.”—Publishers Weekly

Monsters, Movies & Mayhem
by Kevin J. Anderson, Elizbeth Drisko, Angela Johnson, Ashley King, Scott Lee, Tracy Leonard Nakatani, James Romag, Kailey Urbaniak, Carol Wyrick, Kelly Lynn Colby (Editor) 
July 15, 2020
406 pages
Publisher: WordFire Press LLC
Lights! Camera! Monsters?

Sometimes you go to the movies. And sometimes, the movies—and their monsters—come to you. At any moment, without notice, monsters once relegated to the screen become a reality. Aliens and demons, dragons and ghosts, werewolves, vampires, zombies, and seemingly ordinary people who are just plain evil.

Join award-winning authors Jonathan Maberry, Fran Wilde, David Gerrold, Rick Wilber and others for 23 all-new tales of haunted theaters, video gods, formidable demons, alien pizza, and delirious actors. Each story takes you to the silver screen with monstrous results.

Funny or grim, unsettling or cozy… You’ll laugh! You’ll sigh! You’ll scream!

Grab popcorn—and good running shoes—and enjoy the show.

The collection was compiled by grad students as part of the innovative Publishing MA program at Western Colorado University, directed by bestselling author and publisher Kevin J. Anderson, and with support from Draft2Digital.

The song ended and Gavin paused to push the buttons to play it again, but then he stopped, looking down at the debris his last brush sweep had gathered. There was some of his own popcorn, and a stray Milk Dud that still looked good.

And a ring.

Gold. Slender. Very pretty. With delicate old world Viking tracery that twisted all the way around the band. He picked it up and sat back on his heels. The ring was dusty, as if it had been there a long time.

Had it? Could he have missed it the other times he cleaned the floor?

It made his heart hurt and the tears ambushed him. He didn’t even feel them coming but suddenly they were there. Shoving their way out of him, choking him, kicking at the walls of his lungs. He caved forward so suddenly his forehead banged against the floor. It hurt but he didn’t care. Not one bit.

He closed his fist around the ring and tried to push the fist into his chest. If he could have managed that he’d have buried the ring in the tear-moist soil of his heart.


The single word escaped his lips. He blubbered it, and the word slipped free and fell onto the dirty floor.

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