Zombies: Not Always the Same Flavor

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I’m not a big zombie fan.  Seriously, I’ve seen some Walking Dead and own both Shaun of the Dead and Zombieland.  I played a lot of Resident Evil and Left 4 Dead, but I’m not a zombie addict.  Mostly, I think they’re scary, but a little odd at the same time.  They get you with the swarm, so running makes the most amount of sense.  I’m not hear to discuss tactics though.

A common complaint I hear from some of my zombie-loving friends . . . that didn’t sound right.  Anyway, people seem to get angry when you alter a zombie.  Give them the ability to run and some fans will lose their freaking minds.  Slow, shambling, groaning, feeling no pain mobs is all they want.  It is a little ridiculous to me, but I come from a different area than most.

Rewind to March, a few days after I published Legends of Windemere: Beginning of a Hero.  I started getting messages about how it was cool that I used zombies in my fantasy book.  WUH!?  Remember that I played Dungeons & Dragons where zombies are the next level of undead you start fighting after skeletons become easy.  They’re the bread and butter of necromancers, so I thought they were a fantasy standard.  Apparently, they’re not even though I swear I’ve seen them in others.

I messed with my zombies from the beginning too.  Immune to holy magic, keep on coming after being set on fire, and then there are the vast zombie species I came up with for Legends of Windemere: Allure of the Gypsies.  I went wild with my necromantic creations when our heroes enter Kalam’s lair.  I’m excited to see what people think of them when they debut.  I’m not even talking zombies of various species, which opens up new abilities too.  Grafting, magical enhancements, and the sky really is the limit if you can give even a mild explanation.

Magic is key here, of course.  If you put zombies in a non-magical setting then you have limitations to worry about.  So, keep the technology/magic/realism of the world in mind if you go away from shambling swarm.  Though, it’s best to keep the swarm because that’s the core of the zombie fear.  Imagine getting surrounded by an unstoppable wave of flesh-eating creatures instead of having to battle one quick one.  This is a mentality to take into account too.  Will people be afraid of zombies or are there scarier things out there.  Could there be others reasons zombies are so feared even in a world with dragons and vampires?  This quirks can change and deepen your zombies mythos to bring you away from the pack.

I think we’ve come to a point where zombies can be altered and you can have fun with the idea.  Vampires and werewolves are there.  The original has been done so much or slightly altered that you’ll really have to twist to get praise for being highly unique.  I think many authors aim for the unique origin or use the zombies as background.  It’s the human struggle that’s important these days.  Still, have some fun with zombie types if you can find a way to do so.  Although, you will probably have to deal with a few vocal traditionalists, so prepare for criticism.  People really love their zombies . . . okay, I see why that doesn’t sound right this time.

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Cover Art Preview: Allure of the Gypsies

I just received this and the cover should be completed within a few days.  That means next week will be Allure of the Gypsies promo week!  Barring any other delays, so work with me.  Some last minute editing has come up.

I give you Sari!

By Jason Pedersen

By Jason Pedersen

So, Legends of Windmere: Allure of the Gypsies might not be on Halloween, but it will be soon after.  This means I need to think of things to do for promo week.  I actually have a file with a week’s worth of Sari stuff like when I did Women of Windemere.  This begs the question: what else can I do?

 

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Syndicate Feature #2: Ellespeth

Literary Syndicate featuring Ellespeth.

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The Cunning Gypsy (Part 2 of a Fairy Tale)

Yahoo Image Search: From Elfwood by Brittany R. Griffin

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From Elfwood by Brittany R. Griffin

The griffin landed outside of the forest and bowed to the gypsy before returning to the sky.  The Queen and the Princess watched it fly away, wondering why the griffin could not take them further.

“She has babies to tend to,” Sari stated as if reading their thoughts.  “One must always take care of their babies. Isn’t that right, your majesty?”

“Of course,” the Queen stated, her courage growing at once.

The Queen took her daughter’s hand and followed Sari into the forest.  It was too dark to see very far, but they could easily follow the bright skirts of Sari.  She bobbed and she weaved around the trees and some stumps.  Bats flew above their heads and the eyes of curious wolves could be seen in the distance.  None of these creatures tried to attack them and the Princess believed it had something to do with the gypsy.

Eventually, they arrived at a bridge that crossed over a raging river.  Sari turned to the Princess and held out her hand.

“May I please have the leg bone?” she asked with a smile.

“Yes,” the Princess replied.  She handed the leg bone of a cow to the gypsy, who took it with a glowing blue hand.

With leg bone in hand, Sari marched onto the bridge and made a small bleat.  The ground shook as the mighty troll stepped out from below and pulled himself onto the bridge.  The Queen screamed and fell back, her rump striking the mud.  The wart-covered troll ignored her and crouched down to inspect the small gypsy.

“You no goat. Why on bridge?” he asked in a voice loud and gruff.

“I must cross and it would be rude to do so without paying your toll,” Sari pleasantly said while holding out the bone.  “I give you a juicy leg bone in exchange for safe passage.”

“I want meat. You are meat,” the troll said as he licked his lips.

“This is an appetizer. The main course is over there,” Sari stated. She gestured toward the Princess and the Queen, who turned red in the face.  “I need to cross and these are my gifts to you great troll.”

The Princess was about to yell when Sari playfully winked at her and tossed the bone to the troll.  It was eaten at once by the disgusting troll, who happily crunched on the tasty bone.  A blue spark erupted in his mouth and he yawned while his eyes began to close.  The troll fell asleep and tumbled off the bridge where the river whisked him away.

“You tricked him,” the Princess whispered as she approached Sari.

“I’m a gypsy, your highness.  We trick and we prank, but we are always loyal to our friends,” Sari proudly declared.  She looked back at the Queen, who was still stuck in the mud. “You should go help your mother.  Daughters need to help their mothers if they are ever in trouble.”

The Princess agreed and pulled her mom from the mud.  They raced across the bridge as the sound of horses could be heard from the forest.  The evil King was right on their heels with ten of his men.  He followed them into the mountain pass where small stones rolled from the cliffs above their heads.  He chased them around boulders and through caves until they felt he would never let them go.

“May I have the wooden whistle?” Sari asked as they reached the end of the mountain pass.  “Keep running when I stop.”

The Princess handed Sari the whistle and ran faster when she saw the galloping knights coming around a bend in the road.  Sari played the whistle with a powerful song that shook and shivered the mountain.  Boulders fell from the highest cliffs and trapped the evil King and his men between them.

“Your path ahead is clear,” Sari said with her smile. “May I have the hook and twine to catch my reward?”

“You will not come with us?” the Queen delicately asked.

Sari took the last tool from the Princess’s hand and bowed to the Queen.  “Your majesty, you only needed me to get you this far.  Depend on each other and you will make it the rest of the way.  The border of Shayde is over that hill and he can’t follow you there.”

“Thank you,” the Queen said with a bow.

“What is your reward?” the Princess asked.

“I saw something shiny in the mountain pass that caught my eye,” Sari answered. Her smile widens further and she climbs up the rocks.  “I suggest you leave before he finds his way through.  Good luck to both of you.  Maybe Shayde will be safe for you one day.”

The Princess and the Queen hurried off to the hill.  They made it to the neighboring kingdom of Rodillen where their family ruled.  Both mother and daughter found strength in each other from that day forth.  Not just being scared with each other, but being brave together.

What of Sari you may ask?  The shiny object that caught her eye was none other than the crown of Shayde.  She snatched it from the evil King’s head and returned to claim the throne for herself.  There is even word that she has a talented court jester . . . who used to be a king.

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When Stars Die Release and Cover Art Contest! (Prodigy in the Running!)

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

The cover art for Prodigy of Rainbow Tower is in a contest!  There are a lot of great covers in this contest, so take a look and vote.  CLICK HERE!

Also, check out the newly released When Stars Die by Amber Skye Forbes.

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The Cunning Gypsy (Part 1 of a Fairy Tale)

Yahoo Image Search: From Elfwood by Brittany R. Griffin

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From Elfwood by Brittany R. Griffin

Once upon a time there was a noble Queen and a young Princess. They lived peacefully in the kingdom of Shayde until an evil King took the throne.  He was kind and fair at first, allowing them to live in the castle. Yet as time went on, the King became cold and cruel toward the Queen and Princess. They were so scared that they never left each others side and slept in the same room with the door locked.  Their fear became greater when they learned that the King was preparing to execute them by the end of the week.

One day, the Queen and the Princess went to the local market.  Within minutes of being in the crowd, the Princess had gotten lost and was panicking.  Every shadow held an agent of the evil King and she hurried to escape into the light.  She nearly screamed when she turned a corner and bumped into a young, blue-haired woman in colorful skirts.

The young woman tumbled backwards and flipped up to her feet with a pretty smile. “That’s a rude greeting.”

“I am sorry, but you scared me,” the Princess replied. “I am in fear for my life because the King wishes to have my mother and I killed.”

“Then, you should run away,” the young woman stated.

“My mother and I would not know where to go,” the Princess admitted with tears growing in her eyes. “I am the Princess and she is the Queen. Neither of us has ever left the kingdom. The King would surely pursue and capture us.”

“In that case, you’re lucky,” the young woman declared. She bowed to the Princess until her long, blue hair covered the ground. “I’m Sari the gypsy. Escaping is my specialty and I would be happy to rescue you and your mother.”

The Princess was speechless as she looked that young woman. Sari was short and could not be much older than the Princess herself.  Yet, the Princess had heard of the mysterious gypsies that wandered the land.  They were considered thieves and tricksters by some and heroes and entertainers by others.  One look at Sari and the Princess could tell that both stories were probably true.

“What would we owe you for helping us leave Shayde?” the Princess asked out of curiosity.

Sari gracefully spun on her toes as she thought and her hand stroked her chin. “I can get what I want whenever I want.  I never find myself in need.  Though, I might find something along the way.  Promise me you’ll let me have what I want when I ask for it.  I assure you that it won’t be steep.”

“You have my word,” the Princess said without waiting to think. “Can we escape the castle tonight?”

“Of course, but you must get me four things,” Sari said. Gently she led the Princess back to the crowd where the Queen fretted and fussed. “A sweet cake, a leg bone, a hook on some twine, and a whistle of wood.  Those are all I need to save you and your mom.”

“I will buy those for you before I return to the castle,” the Princess agreed. She hurried to tell the Queen the good news and prepare for their freedom.

That night, the Queen and the Princess were excited and scared.  They were dressed all in black and hid coins in their boots, wondering what waited for them beyond the kingdom of Shayde.  It was midnight when a click came from the door and Sari wandered in with a smile on her face. The gypsy was still dressed in bright skirts and a cloak, which the Princess thought was odd for a late night escape.

“Why are you wearing that?” the Queen asked in dismay.

“Because these are my clothes,” Sari said with a grin. “May I have the sweet cake that you promised I’d get?”

The Princess politely handed the yellow cake to Sari, who split it in two.  To the shock of the Queen, Sari gobbled one half down in the rudest way possible.  Before the Queen could speak, Sari walked to the balcony and threw open the doors.  She laid the cake on the railing and looked out to the stars.

“We cannot jump from here.  We must go out the front door,” the Queen said with concern.

“The King is prepared to kill you at dawn. So tonight we must fly,” Sari happily claimed.

Sari breathed out and a mist left her lips as the magic of gypsies caught on a breeze.  The mist disappeared beyond the far walls where a new form quickly came into view.  Large wings of brown feathers and fur of gold could be seen in the moonlight as the griffin silently swooped onto the balcony.  With a purring coo, the beast snatched up the remaining sweet cake and nuzzled Sari on the head.

“Lucy will take us to the forest’s edge,” Sari said as she hopped on the griffin.

The Queen and the Princess climbed up on the beast and hung on for dear life when it flew to the sky.  Several shouts rang out as they saw guards run around the castle.  The evil King saw them too and scowled in fury.  He would chase them immediately upon his fastest horse, which would still be too slow for the fast flying griffin.  Within minutes, the capital city was behind them and they were soaring among the clouds.

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How to Get Your Book’s Picture on the Read Tuesday Catalog

Do you want to include your book in a great one day sale? Get in on the ground floor of this new event.

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The Druid asks the Questions of Jack Flacco

An excellent interview with a new Indie Author. Check out his novel ‘Ranger Martin and the Zombie Apocalypse’.

Katie Sullivan's avatarThe D/A Dialogues

D: It is my pleasure, nay, my grave pleasure—see what I did there A?

A: (eye roll) Yes, D – I see it. Very clever.

D: You don’t sound very impressed.

A: Sorry, I was saving the ticker-tape for a special occasion.

D: What could be more special than this? Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my grave pleasure to welcome Jack Flacco, author of Ranger Martin and the Zombie Apocalypse, to the D/A Dialogues.

D: Jack, give us a quick, spoiler-free overview of Ranger Martin and the Zombie Apocalypse.

jack flacco - zombieJ: After finding his family had succumbed to the ravages of the zombie apocalypse, Ranger Martin, a shotgun-toting former truck driver, makes a life mission of eradicating as many eaters as he can with the little resources he has at his disposal. Making things complicated are a group of kids tagging along, aiding Ranger on his quest to discovering…

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Who’s Your, Mummy?

Creature from the Black Lagoon

Creature from the Black Lagoon

Anybody remember the guy above?  Now, I never saw that movie.  I’ve only seen the original Frankenstein, so I’m not even close to an expert on what I’m about to talk about.  I think.  Let’s just say I noticed something.

Whatever happened to the other classic monsters?  The Mummy got a little revival as an action movie series, but look at the rest.  Frankenstein’s Monster gets supporting cast most times and it’s rare that they get the name right.  God only knows what happened to his Bride.  The Creature from the Black Lagoon is a faded memory.  Witches show up as magical sexiness due to Charmed.  Where is the Invisible Man?  It seems everything is vampire, werewolf, zombie, and the occasional ghost.

Again, I never got to see the originals, but I know of them.  Maybe this is stemming from watching a lot of Supernatural where they take obscure demons and monsters.  It really shows that there is a vast array of creatures out there.  Yet, we keep cycling through the same ones.  I’m not saying we should toss them aside.  I love the popular ones as long as they’re done respectfully and well.  Though, I don’t think zombies and ghosts have had to worry about much here.  Vampires and werewolves have gotten bastardized, which could be a sign that the other monsters are lucky they aren’t popular.

This does bring up a question on if everything has the ability to be revisited.  Can you do a Creature from the Black Lagoon today and have success?  He was rather campy and people don’t worry about swamps as much as they used to.  Guess you could move him into a resort and make him a species instead of a solitary.  Still, would people ever be interested in something from way back?  Makes me wonder why the big four I mentioned have survived for so long.  They do appear to be more flexible in origin.  Mummies tend to be stuck with Egypt and the Creature is water-based (Oooooh, connect him to the Marianas Trench or overfishing in his territory!).  Could be they’re not sexy enough, which is odd for monsters.

So, what do people think of the lost classic monsters?  Anybody ever see them and have fond memories?  Does the Blob count?

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Today Is Not My Friend (Rant)

Kenshin Himura (How I feel)

Kenshin Himura (How I feel)

The universe hates me today.  Truly, it does.  For some reason, I suddenly can’t post, like, or do anything on Facebook.  So there goes that part of my morning promotional work.  At least Twitter was working.  Still, I’m seeing all my friends posting up a storm on there and I have no idea what happened to me.  I don’t appear to be blocked since I assume I’d be notified about that.

Add into this that I’m going to clean up Beginning of a Hero.  Sound strange, but I’ve learned a lot more about editing (mostly from Ionia . . . 90%) and it probably needs a facelift.  I feel sorry for the book because it took one of the most abusive paths I could imagine for a manuscript.

I may have mentioned a few times that an author should NOT take every piece of editorial advice they get.  This is mostly about suggestions of style or the use of the rarely explained ‘show, don’t tell’.  Seriously, don’t bother taking that phrase to heart if the person can’t explain what they mean.  Anyway, I added in every piece of advice I was given over the years I worked on Beginning of a Hero.  This included suggestions ranging from changing the tense to past tense to using short sentences to removing 75% of the commas.  Around 2007, I saw how much of a mess this path made.  It spent a long time trying to bring Beginning of a Hero back to what I wanted and the story/characters got there.  One thing that didn’t help is that many people that beta read for me only looked for spelling errors, so I was in the dark about some of this until recently.

The book is still a good read, but the edges haven’t been polished.  I can hear one or two people preparing to ask ‘why didn’t you hire a professional editor?’  For this, I say:

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One of the big reasons I took the self-publishing plunge was that I couldn’t find a job that didn’t suck my soul away.  Office work was causing me to have suicidal thoughts and the pay I was earning barely covered bills.  I was miserable and the idea of having to save up a couple thousand bucks before I tried self-publishing wasn’t appealing.  I took the risk and I think it paid off.  Now, I need to do another edit to polish what is already considered a fun story.  It’s really just word repetition and awkward sentences, which is something I began cleaning up in books 3 and 4.  So, Prodigy of Rainbow Tower might get a tune up at some point.  It shouldn’t be as bad because it never had a Frankenstein’s Monster period like Beginning of a Hero.

Mostly this is rough work and will take a few days of hunting down the over-used words.  I deeply regret the times I believed everyone knew more about how to write my book than I did.

(I can’t even report the problem to Facebook.  Damn it!)

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