There will be no more updates made to the WordPress hosted version of BookLove. Now it’s part of my domain. Visit the new site at http://www.michelelee.net/booklove and be sure to stick around, because there’s a lot more coming.
I’m pleased to say that Skullvines is moving Rot up to publication this summer! So I’m starting to put into action some of the stuff I’ve been doing to promote it. You saw the flyer in my last post. Here’s the query that sold the book (and it also functions as a pretty neat blurb).
- Rot is a no-pause, desperation-filled, stand out zombie novelette. There are no Romero flesh eaters here, only anger-driven souls trapped in their bodies against their will by bereaved loved ones who can’t let go. Plus zombie herding. (Zombie milk available by special arrangement only.)
- In a world where some people can will away death itself, Silver Springs Specialty Care Community caters to the undead, a safe place to lock risen loved ones away for the people who don’t have the power to control dead, but aren’t quite ready to let go. Dean, retired from the military and looking for an easier life, runs security at the zombie herding farm, but he quickly learns that dark injustice is not unique to war.
- There’s a rotten core to Silver Springs. Now Dean and a quickly decaying corpse named Patrick are on the hunt for the woman they both love and lost to a lucrative business that specializes in greed, zombies and never having to say goodbye.
Guest Review by Jason Lush
One hundred and ninety pages of political masturbation disguised as a supernatural suspense story. Of the three main characters we have; Dorian Gray, who is a brainless puppet the personifies vanity; Basil Hallward, the artist who painted the fabled portrait and represents the sorrowful conscience; and Lord Henry Wolton, who is the quintessential 19th Century fop whose sole purpose in the book is to act as Wilde’s voice on politics, religion and homosexuality and as a driving corrupter of everyone else in the book.
The pacing is horrendously slow, the chapters devoted to explaining Gray’s hobbies and the pictures of his ancestors in his hallway don’t help with the lousy pacing. The whole story could have been condensed to a 30 page novella and would have been enjoyable.
And, as a side note to the posthumous Mr. Wilde, forty is not old and hideous.
