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Book mark the new url and visit often for news, author posts, contests, and more from your favorite publisher of dark fiction.
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Are you ready for zombies on skis? “Shambling in a Winter Wonderland” goes live November 19. Neeta and Ted go on a ski trip and to help advertise a ski/snowboard contest that raises money for Operation Homefront. But when contestants from last year’s contest who died in an avalanche come back to finish the runs themselves, Neeta and Ted will be shredding with the Undead!
I’ve had a really slow start with this one, but once again, the answer came from the old adage, “Chase your characters up a tree. Put vicious dogs at the base. Throw rocks.” There are going to be tons of laughs and some comical zombie moments, but also some heavy stuff for Neeta and Ted. It’s also turning out WAY bigger than expected–definitely a novella when all done.
Operation Homefront helps wounded warriors and their families with emergency funding. Donating through “Shambling in a Winter Wonderland” is a great way to thank a vet and have a little undead fun besides. So let your friends know and mark your calendars to visit http:/skizombies.karinafabian.com or contact me to get on the mailing list to get informed when the next episode is up.
In the meantime, here’s a teaser:
“Zombies? On skis?” Ted’s squeal came loud and clear over her helmet as they followed the sheriff on snowmobiles up to the accident
scene. “If it weren’t so dangerous, it’d be core awesome!”“Apparently, there was some kind of shrine set up with their skis and snowboards—except for Spars’. The manager said someone stole his, so they replaced it with some from
the lost and found—that doesn’t matter! The point is, they were already fearless and skilled. Now they’re mindless, fearless and skilled—and the only thing they have connection to here is the ski contest I’m
supposed to pose at. Are you sure you want to marry me? I’m cursed.” Neeta spoke through chattering teeth—even with all the layers she could pile on under her Hasmat suit and her ski mask making her helmet uncomfortable, the cold air cut through her. Ahead of her Sheriff Buttons swerved to avoid a root that arched out of the snow and she followed. She heard a thump, and guessed that Ted chose to jump the branch instead.“Nah. You’re interesting—and that’s what I love about you. Come on. If it weren’t for your so-called curse, we wouldn’t be snowmobiling in restricted territory right now. How fuse is that? Just go with it. ‘Embrace the suck,’ as Gordon used to say.”Their friend Gordon had been a Marine before being discharged for being too enthusiastic about his job. “I’m not a Marine.”“Your mom was. Doesn’t any of that rub off?”“She took shrapnel to the arm and was discharged before I was born.”“You need to get into the spirit of this. Sing with me: Oh, the zombies outside are frightful/but the napalm’s so delightful—““You’re insane! I’m marrying a crazy man.” But she couldn’t keep the smile out of her voice. He did make the job fun.“As long as you love me so…”
Zombie problem? Call Neeta Lyffe, Zombie Exterminator–but not this weekend.
On vacation at an exterminator’s convention, she’s looking to relax, have fun, and enjoy a little romance. Too bad the zombies have a different idea. When they rise from their watery graves to take over the City by the Bay, it looks like it’ll be a working vacation after all.
Enjoy the thrill of re-kill with Neeta Lyffe, Zombie Exterminator.
This is my first post with “WordPress” and should serve as something like my formal introduction to the “Damnation” community. I’ve had short stories published here and there, but this is my first novel, so I am naturally excited. The attached image is the cover artwork for the novel, a bang-up job by Ms. Dominque. I intend to do the full media blitz, and have already obtained the artist’s permission to use the cover image in several banner ads at literary websites.
For those who are curious about the novel’s content, I don’t want to give too much away, but suffice it to say that the story is a hybrid of a detective procedural and a supernatural thriller, a Rust Belt Gothic tale that concerns a man who left for war as a soldier, and returned a monster.
I am terribly critical of my own writing. Even after it has been approved by the submissions editor, and checked closely by a content editor, and finally scanned by a line editor, I still see all the tiny flaws that I could have made better. It is all bullshit of course, just my mind torturing me. Below is the proof that it is all in my mind.
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This excerpt is from my second book, Crossing Mother’s Grave. Popalia, our heroine, has charged forward into a cave expecting to find Katia alive after being waylaid by an orcish war-band. Seth and Raenyl doubt there are survivors but weilding the illusion of hope, Popalia convinces the brothers to push forward just a little further. Raenyl has begrudgingly moved deeper into the cave to scout ahead. This is what he finds.
Deep in the shadows, feeling forward along the wall, Raenyl was careful nothing fell over. Sliding his feet softly so nothing knocked across the walkway, he moved slow, fearful a tiny pebble could echo down the long hall and call unwanted attention to his presence. He looked backward again, relieved he’d left the torch so far behind. The light now served as a candle along a windowsill showing the way home on a dark night.
Slowly easing another ten paces, he gained a little better orientation. The red wall was light reflecting from within a larger cavern. Only a few more steps, and the wall he crept along fell away and down into a bigger, fire-lit cavern. The pathway he followed continued beyond the exposed trail where another black-mouthed tunnel waited, swallowing deeper into the sunless unknown.
Approaching the fall-away wall, Raenyl duck-walked the last few paces until he could see down into the cavernous room. Peeking with one eye around the wall, he saw the room easily could fit 100 orcs. Below, the cavern glowed alit by three widely spaced fire pits made up mostly of glowing coals.
Many orcs were gathered but not close to a hundred. Counting quickly, he saw eight ugly females, each with four swollen breasts; Raenyl observed some must be nursing mothers. Eleven little orc-offspring scurried in the low light, not including the rare orc baby tied in furry carriers that rested on a hip within breast range. Raenyl counted six males within the room—two of them being the big warrior types. Upon seeing the little orcs and the nursing offspring, hair stood upon the back of Raenyl’s neck. This was no raiding camp—this was the raider’s entire tribe.
A female with a crying baby on her hip tossed a log onto a fire. By the fire’s light, he could see through the murky smoke trapped in the high ceilings of the big room. Smoke used the tunnels as an exit out. Raenyl looked down below at the nearest pit. Aside a pile of wood at the nearest fire laid a naked and bloodied body of what his mind defined as once being a young woman. It looked as if her chest had exploded outward, and one breast was a mangled mess.
Raenyl felt his heart leap. He’d first thought it was Katia, but then one of the larger orcs lifted her over his shoulder. Long, dark hair fell from the lolled head. One of the female orcs brought over a long, iron bar. The woman hung like deadweight, and the stronger orc strained to support her battered body as the female orc tied the woman’s hands to the top end of the iron bar. Once done, horrified Raenyl watch as the dead woman’s feet were tied to the bar. Another male, one of the smaller males, was setting two forked poles into holes on opposite ends of the fire pit.
Raenyl’s mind began to flitter as he understood what was happening. The smell of cooked meat all made sense, and he felt instantly sick. Looking further toward the back fires across the room, other bodies roasted over their own personal fires.
There was only one thought in Raenyl’s mind. They had better be far away before this tribe added them to tonight’s meal.
Please join me as I host a blog tour to promote PANDORA September 23-30. There will be exclusive content, background information on the mythology of the book, interviews, and even a chance to win the Pandora Prize Pack including a signed paperback copy of PANDORA! If you can, please help me spread the word by tweeting, facebooking, blogging, etc., or direct your friends to joannaparypinski.com. Thank you, and congratulations to everyone who was published this month!
Official Trailer:
Karina Fabian
karina(at)fabianspace.com
Kim Richards, Publisher, Damnation Books
kim(AT)damnationbooks.com
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
Damnation Books Seeks “Zombie Idol”
San Jose, CA—It’s not “American Idol,” but it’s all in good fun, and with zombies making a comeback, it’s a chance for zombie fans with a fair singing voice to strut—or shamble—their stuff. Damnation Books is looking for someone to sing the theme song for the video trailer for I Left My Brains in San Francisco by Karina Fabian.
I Left My Brains in San Francisco is the second novel in the Neeta Lyffe, Zombie Exterminator series. Neeta Lyffe is an exterminator with an unusual specialization—destroying zombies, the latest and most dangerous of the world’s household pests. The first book in the series, Neeta Lyffe, Zombie Exterminator, won the 2011 Global eBooks award for horror and was an eFestival of Words runner-up. In the second book, Neeta takes on a hoard of zombiefied environmental terrorists targeting the Bay Area.
Fabian, who writes comedic horror, wrote the theme song using music by Kevin MacLeod on http://incompetech.com. The details of the contest, plus the music, lyrics, and a demo of Karina Fabian singing the song can be found at
http://fabianspace.blogspot.com/p/are-you-next-zombie-idol.html
. Contestants need to create their best interpretation of the song and post it in the comments section on YouTube, or post a link in the comments section of the blog.
Entries will be judged on singing quality, and the winner must produce an .mp3 or .wav file in order to receive the grand prize, including both books, a Napalm Sticks to Zombies t-shirt and a $25 gift certificate. One in ten entries will also receive a copy of I Left My Brains in San Francisco, and especially creative video entries may receive prizes as well.
The contest runs until November 1st, with the winners posted by November 15.
Learn more about the books at
http://zombiedeathextreme.com
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Like #singing? #zombies? Enter the I Left My Brains in San Francisco theme song contest. http://fabianspace.blogspot.com/p/are-you-next-zombie-idol.html
Are you the next #zombie idol? Damnation books seeking a singer for video trailer.
http://fabianspace.blogspot.com/p/are-you-next-zombie-idol.html
#Contest seeks singer for a #zombie book trailer. Details at
http://fabianspace.blogspot.com/p/are-you-next-zombie-idol.html
Join the fun-try #singing the *I Left My Brains in San Francisco* theme song to win prizes!
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One thing I enjoy in my Neeta Lyffe, Zombie Exterminator world is satirizing current events and giving them crazy twists. One such “victim” was the government bailout of the automotive industry. By 2040 in Neeta’s world, the US had just given up and purchased several companies to run outright, under the moniker “GovMo” or “Government Motors. They make such fabulous models as the Entitlement (which is a road hog), the Deficit (which has trouble slowing down), and the Refund, which is their economy model. These make appearances in Neeta Lyffe, Zombie Exterminator.
However, the real fun came when in an idea chat, we were told to write ad copy for a car that ran on manure. The GovMo CrapMaster was born. I had such fun with it, I actually made commercials:
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Later that year, I decided to write the second Neeta Lyffe novel, and decided environmental terrorism might be fun to tackle with zombies–and what better target than a manure refinery that supplies the CrapMaster?
I Left My Brains in San Francisco comes out September 1, starring Neeta Lyffe, her partner Ted, his rival, Marcel, and zombie mimes, zombie suicides, and zombie terrorists. I hope you’ll check it out.