5 Sheep Book Review: The Malediction Plague by Sirrah Medeiros

The Malediction Plague
by Sirrah Medeiros
April 11, 2024
Publisher: Tundra Swan Press
ISBN is 979-8-9852025-4-0 of the paperback
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When science and madness collide.

The Malediction Plague follows the disturbing journey of Dr. Leon Fleischer, a research scientist whose research inadvertently leads to the creation of a devastating plague that transforms people into zombie-like creatures.

Dismayed by his fiancée ending their engagement, Leon spirals into an ominous state of mind, playing god although also yearning for the approval of haunting paternal figureheads who raised him with a sense of superiority.

As chaos engulfs the city, Leon grapples with slow-growing guilt and a sense of responsibility for unleashing horror upon the world while wrestling his internal demons and extraordinary ego.

Is there hope for humanity given this new reality? 

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Dr. Leon Fleischer fiance Zoey broke up with him when she realized that he really meant it when he said he hated children and had no plans to have any. So so she gave him back him ring and left. Upset and still in love with her, Leon went to his lab at Aionios Pharmaceuticals to develop a serum, putting all thoughts of her out of his head as he worked. When he did his first test on a pregnant mouse, the babies were aborted and dead, only to come back undead and feed upon their mother. She in turn, came back undead. He burned all the evidence of the test animals, he took a syringe of it to a prison where an ill pregnant woman was having complications. He injected the serum into her and left her in the cell. 

From there, a plague of the affected began its rise in the city. Instead of creating a superior race like his grandfather taught him, this might be the end of humanity. He then races to try and find a cure, but is there enough time?

This is like The Walking Dead and other zombie movies out there where mankind is the cause behind such plagues, with the mad scientist angle. If you always wanted to know what began the Walking Dead series, I think you will enjoy this novella. It is a cautionary tale about science, plus the people in the story are mainly nice people you might meet on the street or as your neighbor. In short, this is a good, enjoyable read.

I gave The Malediction Plague 5 Sheep.

 

 

 

Reviewed by Pamela K. Kinney

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Excerpt: The Allie Nighthawk Mystery Series by H.R. Boldwood + giveaway

Tell us about yourself: when did you start writing?
I write literary fiction under my given name and horror and urban fantasy under the byline H.R. Boldwood.

I live in Mason, Ohio, with my husband and a black lab named Poe. We have two sons and three gorgeous granddaughters who keep us hopping.

I began writing in the seventh grade when my English teacher asked our class to write a short story on any topic. Of course, I wrote a horror story! It was titled “The Reincarnation of Sir Thomas More.” My teacher gave me an A and was so taken with the story that he sent it to a college professor at Northwestern University. Two years later, I won an on-the-spot poetry-writing contest.

As an adult, I attended Thomas More College, where I won the 2009 Bilbo Award for creative writing. A friend from Thomas More suggested I join an international online writing group focused on producing flash fiction stories. That was the best writing education I ever had! Flash fiction writing teaches word economy and focuses on word choice and strong verbs. Pacing is everything.

Since then, I have attended and delivered many writing seminars and published numerous short stories in addition to the Corpse Whisperer urban fantasy series.

Welcome to the world of Allie Nighthawk, corpse whisperer and bad ass zombie hunter.

The Corpse Whisperer (An Allie Nighthawk Mystery Book 1)
by H.R. Boldwood
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Mystery
Zombie hunting just got wicked fun!

Welcome to the world of Allie Nighthawk, corpse whisperer and bad ass zombie hunter.

“If you raise deadheads, you’d better be able to put ‘em down. Nobody said it was pretty. But in this day, when vampires aren’t just for breakfast anymore, and the dead are disposable pawns for necromancers, someone has to ante up. Looks like I won the lotto. Imagine my delight. You should thank me, really, because the world is batshit crazy.”

When the zombie population spikes and no one knows why, it’s up to Allie to solve the mystery. But there’s a hitch. She’s stuck babysitting Leo Abruzzi, a zombie-bitten gangster who’s turning state’s evidence. But the mob and a powerful necromancer will stop at nothing to take Leo and Allie down.

Allie Nighthawk is Anita Blake on steroids, with a fondness for leather and Jack on the rocks. She has a healthy dose of Stephanie Plum and Rachel Morgan in her, too, though she’d never admit it. The battle between good and evil just got wicked fun.

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The cemetery would be a freaking obstacle course, but Rico insisted we wait until sundown to raise our rotter. As we climbed over the retaining wall, he explained that mommies don’t want their children watching me chase decomped deadheads down Central Parkway with a flamethrower.

I get that. I got no problem being discreet. It’s not like I want to do this work in the daylight anyway. You spike one zombie’s head, the ACLU and the paparazzi are all over you like stink on a flesh-eater. Besides, biters tend to hole up during the day, since they can’t see in sunlight. Wrangling them is easier in the dark, when they’re on the prowl.

Fallen tombstones, mole holes, and titanium flower vases all vying to take out my knees are the problem. That’s why the art of negotiation comes in handy.

“Hire me,” I said as we sprinted though the headstones. “I’m tired of this independent contractor shit. I want double-time for field work, full medical coverage, and disability benefits. Call it hazardous duty pay.”

Rico stopped and swung his flashlight in my direction. “Captain Dorsey said you’ve already discussed that with him. You’re not in the budget.”

“Really, De Palma? It’s not smart to screw with the one person who can keep your ass from getting corpsified.”

“That’s Cap’s call, not mine,” Rico said, taking off with long, powerful strides toward the gravesite.

The backhoe had done the hard work. I stared at McCoy’s low-rent casket shining in the moonlight and gave Rico one last chance to bail.

“You know, this isn’t as easy as I make it look. Raising a rotter is a lot like doing a rain dance. You might get a drizzle or you might need a freaking ark. McCoy’s a freshy. He hasn’t even been dead a week. Raising him will screw with the cognitive function of his brain—the part that processes information. He won’t be capable of lying, that requires deliberation and intent. But whatever else happens is anybody’s guess. You sure you want to do this?”

“She’s six years old, Nighthawk. We don’t have a choice.”

“Open the lid.” I closed my eyes and let the power surge through me like God’s own hand.

Make no mistake, the ability to raise the dead is a God-given gift that comes with a moral obligation to protect the living and the dead. The gift itself isn’t evil, but misuse of that gift is as ugly as it gets.

The mortician had done an impressive job, given the circumstances. McCoy looked like he was napping, like his eyes could open at any moment, and he’d be confused by his surroundings. Sometimes appearances aren’t deceiving.

“Cephas Allen McCoy, in the name of God, I command you to rise!”

Cephas moaned low and steady.

I spread my hands over him and whispered a single word. “Awaken.”

Tiny rivers of light streamed from my hands into his body, causing him to pitch and thrash. Teeth clenched, limbs flailing, he sprang upright and opened his eyes—crazed, animal-like eyes that showed fear but nothing else.

He grabbed the edge of the casket and leapt to the ground above. Shit. That’s what I’d been afraid of. His muscles still had memory. The .32 he took to the heart didn’t cause peripheral tissue damage. Climbing out of that grave, for him, was no more difficult than climbing out of bed to take a leak.

We stood, face to face—almost. He looked about six-two, giving him a good eight inches on me.

“Cephas, stop!”

He froze and stared at me, like he was trying to figure out who I was, trying to use the cognitive part of his brain that no longer worked. Then he twitched.

God. I hate when they twitch.

“Cephas, where’s Twila Harris?”

He growled and drooled on my feet.

“Answer me, damn it!” I pulled the bag of barbecue chips out of my pocket, opened it, and waved it under his nose. “Tell me where she is and they’re yours.”

Rico’s eyes went wide. “Potato chips? You’ve got to be—”

“Hey. You mind? I’m working here.”

Cephas grabbed at the chips and slurred, “Duck blind on Lake Chetak. Shush…it’s a secret.”

Now for the tough question. “Is Twila still alive?”

“Yes. Yes. Pretty. Go play with her. Need to play. Need her.” His mouth quivered, and a long string of saliva that dangled from his lip bounced like a bungee cord. Then he snarled, snatched the chips out of my hand, and bolted across the cemetery.

“Ah, shit!” I took off after him, the freaking twitcher.

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H.R. Boldwood, author of the Corpse Whisperer series, countless short stories, and Imadjinn Award finalist, is a writer of horror and speculative fiction. In another incarnation, Boldwood is a Pushcart Prize nominee and winner of the 2009 Bilbo Award for creative writing by Thomas More College. Boldwood’s characters are often disreputable and not to be trusted. They are kicked to the curb at every conceivable opportunity when some poor unsuspecting publisher welcomes them with open arms. No responsibility is taken by this author for the dastardly and sometimes criminal acts committed by this ragtag group of miscreants.

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Nontraditional zombie stories from the African diaspora

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Circle Of Roses (The Mystery of Frankenstein's Bride Book 3) by Martha Wickham + giveaway

Circle Of Roses (The Mystery of Frankenstein's Bride Book 3)

by Martha Wickham 

Date Published: 06-24-2022

Genre: Horror, paranormal mystery, ghosts, short story

35 pages

Stopping the unstoppable is what Rose Cortez does best.

Terra, Frankenstein's ex, is using the old electric machine to bring the dead back for fun now. After running into zombies her old psychic Rose must do something about the machine Frankenstein's Bride can't give up. Is there a way to get the machine away from her and her terror of lurking zombies? Rose and her band of psychics find out when one of them is found dead.

Rose is a powerful psychic detective and ghost hunter. Revenge is what she wants after the death one year ago of her husband. Now her psychic comrade is dead too and she's had enough. Terra's second life can't last forever. The way to stop her is not so easy!

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Fern was excited as she wanted to start immediately. “I’ll be there first thing in the morning!”

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As soon as Rose opened the doors to the shop the next morning, Fern arrived with boxes of things she needed for readings. She started calling herself a psychic reader and ghost buster and had cards made up. Within a few days, her business was booming, and the other two psychics joined the team. Rose kept her eyes open for Terra and her zombies but didn’t see any until one evening when she and Fern were alone in the shop and they heard a moan and then a dog barking. “I’m sure I heard a zombie,” Rose said. “What has Terra been up to?”

They ran to the window and looked out. There were three long-dead zombies walking down the street to Terra’s house. The two of them looked at each other, then ran into the bathroom and locked the door. “I’m gonna get to the bottom of this,” Rose whispered.

“How can I help?” Fern asked.

“This will be more difficult than a reading. They must be destroyed. Do you know how to kill zombies?” she asked.

“Yes, just shoot them in the head,” Fern answered.

Rose nodded. “Terra won’t go easy. I want to get that galvanism machine from her. It’s in her shed right now, but this will take more than one person. Maybe Lily and Violet will help.”

“And you can’t just call the police. They won’t believe you.”

“When I looked at her through the window the other day, she was different. Old and deader looking. Who knows how long she will last undead?”

“She can’t be that hard to destroy, then,” Fern said.

“I’ll see what my crystals can do. If anything.”

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The three zombies sat in Terra’s backyard. Her galvanism machine was plugged into her backyard outlet as her creepy old mansion did not have a garage. The zombies then approached the machine and one of them bent the wire back that conducts electricity. Terra did a back-bend and her face wrinkled. “You stupid heap!” She stood up and straightened the wire. Looking a little younger, she brushed the zombies away from the machine as her long gray hair blew in the wind. The neighborhood dogs were barking now and she rolled her eyes.

“Maybe I should lock this thing away,”she said to herself. Then to the zombies, “Curiosity killed the cat! No, I think I’ll lock you away.” She grabbed a pole and started pushing them toward the shed but the zombies managed to grab it out of her hands. They began to hit her with it until she backed into the shed and then they locked her in!

Terra flipped on the shed light, trying to think happy thoughts. She sat down and remembered things about her childhood. Like her father cutting down the Christmas tree and ice skating with her cousins while her mom watched. Thoughts of fireplaces and hot chocolate always warmed her. Zombies were afraid of fire, not her. The fear made her realize the zombies obviously knew her weakness. They could kill her with the machine or by leaving her in the shed.

She created them hoping they would be like Frankenstein, but they never were. Frankenstein was evil at the start. There would never be another. She heard the zombies shuffle away and wondered, How long will I last?

The Mystery of Frankenstein's Bride (3 book series)

Terra is the bride of Frankenstein, but the title does not stay. She becomes a free spirit. As the story of her afterlife changes some things can only get better. There's spooks, spectres, Frankenstein's, and who knows what dark forces lurk? How many haunted

honeymoons will there be?

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Movie Review: Army of the Dead (2021)

Army of the Dead (2021)

May 21, 2021

Director: Zack Snyder

Writers: Zack Snyder, Shay Hatten, Joby Harold

Stars: Dave Bautista, Ella Purnell, Ana de la Reguera

Runtime: 2h 28m
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Production Co: The Stone Quarry
Rating: R (Some Sexual Content|Gore|Language Throughout|Graphic Nudity|Strong Bloody Violence)
Genre: Horror, Action, Adventure, Crime

Following a zombie outbreak in Las Vegas, a group of mercenaries take the ultimate gamble, venturing into the quarantine zone to pull off the greatest heist ever attempted.

Well... Army of the Dead has all the predictable bank heist/zombie movie troupes they could shove in and delivers action/horror movie goodness with a dose of snark. It has one hell of an opening credit scene--a music montage of the fall of Las Vegas to a zombie horde.

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I just don't know how I feel about Zack Snyder's vision...I've seen Justice League and Army of the Dead and I see his brilliance but also his weaknesses...so I'm pulled in two different directions. Which makes it hard to review Army of the Dead.

I'm really on the fence about what I think. My husband and I agree, it has some great scenes but I can't tell you what we had issues with because it will spoil the ending. If you want to know you can highlight: all but one person dies...it seemed like such a waste. I know most horror movies end that way but this time it bothered me.  But there is also some clever storytelling going on...there is going to be a prequel and possible other spin-offs.

It is 2 1/2 hours long, but there is enough action to keep your interest. If you love zombie movies and willing to jump over some plot holes (some might be intentional), you'll want to catch this one.

The zombie-killing action is at least 4 1/2 "zombie baby" sheep!

The story gets 3 1/2 "Easy peasy" Sheep

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PNR Author EB Black: The Time My Dead Dog Turned Into A Zombie And Came Back To Life + giveaway

The Time My Dead Dog Turned Into A Zombie And Came Back To Life

Ewe won’t believe this…

Even I didn’t believe it while it was happening.

But I had a rottweiler named Myka that I loved dearly. I adopted him from a shelter and used to post pictures of him on my author facebook occasionally because I loved him so much.

He got an aggressive form of cancer. We gave him radiation treatments and they worked for awhile, but the cancer spread to his lungs and we were forced to put him to sleep.

This devastated me. The veterinarian helped me take care of his remains. I got a plaque with an imprint of his little paw on it (adorable!) and a box with his ashes.

This is why I went into shock a year later when I received a phone call from a robocaller. It said that my dog, Myka, was alive and that they’d found him. I needed to call my veterinarian immediately.

I was light-headed, dizzy, and shaking. I had family members there and they asked me what was wrong. I said, “Someone just called me and told me that they have Myka and he’s still alive.”

The ashes of Myka were still in my living room. I hadn’t taken care of them yet and my heart galloped as I looked at them. This had to be some kind of joke. If not, then whose ashes were those that I had? Had they lied to me about his cancer all along? But I’d watched them put him to sleep…

Had he somehow come back to life? Was he a zombie?

I called my veterinarian, expecting them to clear up the misunderstanding. Instead, they double downed on it.

“Yes,” the woman said, when I asked her about Myka and the phone call. “We have your dog here. Someone found him wandering around and we identified him through his microchip. He’s ready for you to pick up.”

I paused for a long time. “But don’t you remember? You put Myka to sleep a year ago. How could someone have found him? How could he still be alive?”

The woman was in shock as well when I gave her this news. She was just as confused as I was. She’d never heard of something like this happening before.

I needed to make sure that it was really my dog, so I decided to ask the question, terrified of the answer, “What type of dog is Myka?”

“A Chihuahua,” she told me.

I was so relieved. A Chihuahua and a rottweiler couldn’t be more different. It turned out they had recycled his microchip number on a new dog, which they are never supposed to do, and my information was still on the microchip.

Yes, I loved Myka dearly. You don’t forget a wonderful, loving dog, but there was a part of me that was terrified of the idea of him having come back to life. If he came back would that make him some sort of monster? Would he be the same dog or would there be something wrong about him? Would he still be good or would this make him evil?

I think this is why zombie novels fascinate us so much. If people were to all come back from the dead, what would they be?

I love to write stories about things that make me uncomfortable, so when I decided to write a reverse harem romance novel, I wanted it to take place in the zombie apocalypse. Extreme and terrifying situations like that are very emotionally charged and bring people’s true character to the forefront. I wanted these characters to be deep and I wanted them to feel alive to the reader.

So zombies in real life are scary, but reading about them in books can be very interesting.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!

Love And The Undead

by E.B. Black
January 31, 2020
Genre: SciFiRom/PNR Reverse Harem
ASIN: B07XWNS16T
Cover Artist: Swoon Worthy Book Covers
Sometimes it takes the end of the world to find true love.

Max doesn't believe in hope or true love.

She's divorced. She lost her daughter and mother in the zombie apocalypse. She's losing her grandmother slowly to alzheimers. She's seen more dead and undead bodies than she ever thought possible.

But fate doesn't care.

It brings her not ONE...not TWO...not even THREE...but FOUR hot men whose only desire is to win over her heart.

And while the world is being ravaged by tragedy, she'd rather confront a horde of zombies than the possibility of getting hurt again.

This book is perfect for romance readers who are also fans of shows like "The Walking Dead" and "iZombie." It is part of the "Common Elements Romance Project."

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“Let me see.” Derrick had gathered some supplies from Jed, who still carried my backpack. There were unused rags leftover from Nick’s gunshot wound and a sewing kit in his hands. The doctor had gotten down on one knee, set his supplies aside, and was staring at my injured hand.

His jaw and fists were clenched. I could see on his face that he was holding a part of himself back as he drew near me.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m fine. I’m sure you have more important things to do. My wounds aren’t deep.”

The muscles in his forearm tightened at my words. His voice sounded strained. “That’s for me to decide.” He grabbed my hand and turned it over impatiently before dropping it. “Flex your fingers.”

I did so easily.

He nodded his head. “Good. The cuts don’t appear to be deep enough to have done damage to your nerves. I don’t think you need stitches.”

I raised one eyebrow. “Told you I’m fine.”

“But that doesn’t mean you don’t need my help.” His dark gaze met mine as his voice grew hoarse. I could hear whatever he was holding back coming through. “You’re making a big mess with all this blood. Have I told you how much I hate messes?”

You didn’t have to, I could tell.”

My words were nonchalant, but my heart was pounding loudly in my ears as he licked his lips. He looked ready to either throw me off the edge of this barn for offending him with my uncleanliness or like he was the real zombie here and ready to eat me...

“We need to clean you before I bandage you up.” He lifted one of my hands towards his face. “It stopped raining and we don’t have any water to spare, so I’ve been left with no choice. It’s not the most sanitary option, but...”

He parted his full, sexy lips and popped one of my fingers into his wet mouth. I wanted to protest, but I was paralyzed. He sucked the blood off like some kind of ravenous vampire. I gasped in surprise, feeling weak in the knees. His mouth was so soft, warm, gentle, and slow. He sucked on each of my fingers in turn until I shut my eyes, ready to give myself over to him.

He moaned as he continued to suck and I couldn’t help imagining that mouth exploring other places. We would-

“Stop!”

The moment was interrupted as Nick grabbed him by the shoulder and yanked him up and off of me. Nick punched him in the stomach. Derrick grunted and hunched over, almost collapsing to his knees again.


“I told you to keep your hands off of her,” Nick growled the words. “If you touch her again, I’ll hurtle you off this roof and let the zombies take care of you for me.”

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Undead Worlds 3: A Post-Apocalyptic Zombie Anthology 

October 15th, 2019
Genre: Post-Apocalyptic Zombie
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The fall of civilization! Zombies! Apocalypse!

The Reanimated Writers are back with their flagship anthology, Undead Worlds!

This time, we have 15 brand new stories from today's best in zombie fiction for you to dig your teeth into! Check out these gruesome and action-packed stories inside Undead Worlds 2! Grab your copy today!

La Petite Mort by Ryan Colley

You don't know stress until you've ran a restaurant in the apocalypse.

The Last Day by Justin Robinson

A man's loves determine his past, but his mistakes determine his future.

Cookie Jars and Bluebirds by Valerie Lioudis

Avery is back!

Inception by Jessica Gomez

Where romance collides with the apocalypse.

First Occurrence by Joshua C. Chadd

Sheriff Gibson chases a cannibalistic serial murderer as all around him the world begins to unravel.

Dominion by R.L. Blalock

A new kind of leader emerges in the apocalypse.

Forget the Mall by RJ Spears

When zombies arrive, a trip to the mall turns into a death trap.

The Zee Brothers: First Job

The origin story of Jonah & Judas Zee continues!

Zombie Exterminators by Grivante

Two brothers saving the world one job at a time!

Valley of the Shadow by LC Champlin

It'll take everything Amanda has to protect her family from

mindless cannibals, armed raiders, and her own neighbors.

Airborne by Arthur Mongelli

Fleeing the bourgeoning chaos on the streets of San Diego

Breakfast in Hell by Dia Cole

Never underestimate the "survival skills" of a former stripper.

Alone Against Zombies by Alathia Paris Morgan

An eerie return to civilization has Sarah Beth wondering if she's alone in the world with the dead.

Gods and Monsters by Richard Restucci

The only thing more powerful than the wrath of a god is the hunger of the dead.

Zombie Beginnings: The Oracle by Javan Bonds

Smokes is The Oracle, Ponderous, Prophetic, and Profane.

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It only took a plane crash, a city full of zombies, and a stolen

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Excerpt: The Famished Trilogy Box Set by Annie Walls + giveaway

The Famished Trilogy Box Set
by Annie Walls
October 1, 2019
Genre: Post-Apocalyptic
Number of pages: 942
Word Count: 314,000
Formats available: All
Cover Artist: Annie Walls
After surviving four years alone, Kansas Moore ventures from her refuge to uncover mankind resumes without her. Upon encountering Rudy Hawthorne, she plunges into a new world deep with secrecy, deception, and manipulation.

Kansas struggles to preserve her humanity from distorting and fading like that of society around her. Not only does she fight the undead, she battles for the resistance. Answers prove dangerous to seek as everything is not what it seems.

As Kan accepts comforts in new friendships and love, she soon realizes civilization isn’t the only thing worth fighting for.

In an exhilarating plot thick with twists and turns, The Famished Trilogy propels you through a unique journey that’s emotional as much as it is gripping. Nothing will prepare you for the ride.

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Taking on the Dead (The Famished Trilogy Book One)

by Annie Walls
Sept. 2012 
Genre: Post-Apocalyptic
ISBN: ISBN-10: 1478276258
ISBN-13: 978-1478276258
ASIN: B009EB4YDU
Number of pages: 310
Word Count: 107,000
Cover Artist: Stephanie Mooney
Life for Kansas was perfect until the day the world changed. She has been hiding out for four years in solitude. It’s the only way to survive. The only way not to draw zombies. Helping a small group of people, she learns the new world might not be what she assumes.

Venturing out of her refuge and comfort zone, she meets Rudy, who helps her find a greater purpose. She realizes the world has moved on without her. Only it’s not what she expects. Her knowledge of the living dead grows and only makes her more curious as humanity continues to hang on by a thread.

While on her search for answers she finds comfort in new friendships and love, but her past seems as if it will haunt her forever. Kansas takes it upon herself to help other survivors, which would be easy if the famished were the only obstacles. In a post apocalyptic romance trilogy plot thick with twists and turns, this adult dark fantasy is emotional as much as it is horrifyingly gripping.

*Not intended for a young audience. Mature content.*

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Taking on the Dead, The Famished Trilogy Book One Excerpt

Some people say you can’t change overnight. I’m sure this is true, most of the time. In my case, I changed within seconds, never to be the same. Within those seconds, most people in the world changed, just not in the way I did.

I’ll never forget my first zombie. Malachi and I wandered the small carnival as the sun set. The glowing lights of the spinning rides replaced the fading sunlight, and the smell of funnel cake wafted in the air. I could still feel Malachi on my skin. It wasn’t surprising since we had a spontaneous tryst in the parking lot. At twenty, we had our whole lives ahead of us.

I remember grabbing his hand, my mind still with him in his car. Radiating affection, he looked at me, our shared secret reflected in his big, brown eyes, his messy brown hair glinting auburn from the sparkling lights all around. He dressed like he always did, wearing whatever was comfortable—a yellow Nashville Predators t-shirt and denim shorts. All his life, he played hockey, from peewee to amateur. He loved the game and continued to play as an adult.

Thrilling sounds of the carnival carried on the wind. I complained about how much we paid for the all-you-can-ride bracelets. There were only a few rides to enjoy, but the carnival charged too much. Some people paid an arm and a leg. The carnival was overflowing with people scurrying about the massive Ferris wheel and Tilt-a-Whirl. Children laughed and chased each other with innocent, painted faces—dancing, and skipping along with the fair music.

Malachi struck a beeline to a cotton candy booth. After the purchase, he stuffed a big piece of pink fluff in my mouth. I can still taste the sticky sweetness melting on my tongue. Although he did it provocatively, it wasn’t until later I grasped his motivation, which was to keep me from complaining. He was subtle that way.

Sometime later, we got off the Ferris wheel, both heated, clinging to each other and ready for another tryst, when we went off the beaten path to use the foul port-a-potties.

When I think about it now, I know the outbreak began early in the day. We had passed several wrecks, heard many helicopters and sirens and saw a few zombies, but we were too wrapped up in ourselves to notice. I blame it on being in love, but I swear if I saw a person walking down the street covered in blood or eating someone, I would’ve paid attention. Maybe.

We did when we saw a zombie attacking a frizzy, red-haired woman next to an old, rusted bike rack.

Only, we didn’t know it was a zombie. The woman’s shrill screams were like something from a horror flick. My blood curdled when a man bit into the woman’s forearm. Blood leaked down her arm and dress. Her shriek pierced my soul.

Malachi pushed the man off, trying to be a hero.

“Kansas, call 911,” he screamed, whirling to help the woman. I trembled, pulling out my cell phone and dialing, only to hear a busy signal.

When the man regained his stature, I caught sight of him. He looked crazed, his eyes were bloodshot, and the front of his thigh gone. Muscle tissue hung from the stark white bone. Blood covered his face, neck, and clothing—some kind of uniform—USPS which was weird and out of place on a Sunday. His stare drifted to Malachi. A ferocious growl came from his mouth before it clamped onto Malachi’s shoulder. Malachi’s face twisted in pain, but he still hit the jaw of the man, loosening the grip of the bite. Blood dripped down Malachi’s arm, dropping from his fingers onto the concrete. I swear I could hear the little splatters.

A scream erupted from my throat, freezing me to the spot. My trembles changed to full-on shakes while Malachi grappled with the mailman who, in my mind, had obviously eaten bath salts. The shouts from the carnival no longer sounded like amusement park screams. I saw a kid, no older than eleven or twelve, limping toward me. His dirty blond hair dangled in front of his eyes. One of his feet bent awkwardly. Blood disguised his face, neck, shirt, and hands from being recognized as human.

Something serious was going down. Malachi was still fighting off the hyped-up mailman. I was in some kind of shock but told myself to get a grip.

My insides hardened as time slowed and narrowed my idealistic world into a vast tunnel. I clenched my fists to keep them from shak‐ ing. That’s when I saw the bell. Over the bushes in the next section of the park, the “High Striker” game—the one with the hammer to strike and ring the bell—was lit with the colors of the rainbow, flashing trails up and down the length of the game. I ran straight through the bushes to find the game deserted. Plush bunnies still waited to go home with a lucky ringer. I found what I wanted—the sledgehammer.

The bushes scratched against my legs as I jumped through them to find more crazy people closing in on Malachi. Ice seemed to spread through me.

“Malachi! We have to go. Now,” I yelled, surprised to hear my voice clear and composed. He looked pale.

Gripping the sledgehammer like a baseball bat, I hit the mailman in the head. Malachi grunted as he kicked and shoved more people out of his way.

I bashed as many as I could. Most went still twitching and moaning. The mailman crawled toward us, his head bent at an odd angle. My stomach convulsed, but I swallowed the extra saliva as I slung the hammer to finish the job. His head split wide open, spilling things onto the sidewalk that should never be seen.

I glanced at Malachi to find him looking at me as if he didn’t know me. With my free hand, I grabbed him and we ran. I tripped on my cute wedge sandals, cursing myself for being vain enough to wear them. He helped me up, and we continued running around game booths. I clung to the sledgehammer like a lifeline, taking in the horrid sights before us.

A child ripped into water bags in a booth, devouring the little fish inside, all the while the man running the booth feasted on another person. The taste of sweet acidic bile came into my throat. The carnival had become a scene of macabre lights, blood, and screams. People were getting attacked and eaten alive all around us. Kids with face paint eating their parents. The parents screaming for help. Panic filling their brains when they noticed it wasn’t just them, unable to comprehend what was happening, as if they would wake from this nightmare. Fear dawned in their eyes as they realized they wouldn’t wake. This was real.

I stopped to help a woman and her baby, only to see her tearing into its tiny body. Gore splattered the baby’s stroller. When its little cries ceased, the lady looked up with baby bits stuck to her nose and chin. Malachi grabbed me, spun me away to protect me from the unbelievable scene, but it was too late. The lights blurred with the tears filling my eyes, only to stain my cheeks as we ran. The carnival music seemed to slow to a drone and skip beats.

Malachi never made it home.

Yes, you can change overnight. In seconds, and no, you never forget your first zombie. Mine wore a USPS uniform. He killed Malachi.

No, I killed Malachi.

 

Controlling the Dead (The Famished Trilogy Book Two)

by Annie Walls
November 2014 
Genre: post-apocalyptic
ISBN: ISBN-10: 149361472X
ISBN-13: 978-1493614721
ASIN: B00G8JB1FU
Number of pages: 280
Word Count: 95,000
Cover Artist: Annie Walls
With the help of her new companions, the path Kansas follows leads to more knowledge of the ever adapting famished.

The team finds help in unlikely places, meeting more survivors, and discovers the possibility of a new beginning.

When the team experiences a devastating loss, Kansas struggles to keep her humanity from fading and distorting like that of the surviving society around her. It begins with knowing who to trust and who to leave behind. First, she must trust herself – she won't make the same mistakes twice.

As the answers to her questions are revealed, Kansas begins to understand the knowledge comes with a heavy price and great responsibility of controlling the dead.

In a trilogy plot thick with twists and turns, this adult dark fantasy is as emotional as it is horrifyingly gripping.

For Mature Audience

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Living with the Dead (The Famished Trilogy Book Three)

by Annie Walls
July 20, 2019 
Genre: post apocalyptic
ISBN: ISBN-10: 1085805409
ISBN-13: 978-1085805407
ASIN: B07VGZ1L76
Number of pages: 370
Word Count: 112,000
Cover Artist: Annie Walls
For five years, life is strenuous for Kansas Moore as she travels with her team and saves more people from the clutches of the revolutionists. On the downtime, they construct and enlist for their own cause.

When the general assigns her to search for Mago, she turns to the team and what they find overturns everything they've learned so far.

In this dramatic conclusion of The Famished Trilogy, things are not what they seem and comfortable living is far from reach.

This book contains graphic violence, intense language, sexual situations, drug use, and is intended for a mature audience.

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Annie Walls is an author of dark and urban fantasy. She resides on the Tennessee countryside with her husband, son, and bulldog. Far, far away from society. She’s a romantic and misanthropist. When she is not writing, she is reading.

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