I’ve been enjoying a few blog hops in recent months, and have been finding it a great way to get involved with a community of readers and writers. Over at PublishMyself.net they’ve started a new ‘The Hopping Dead Blog Hop‘, so instead of a #SampleSunday post, I’m going to answer the couple of questions asked by this latest Blog Hop.
What makes your own zombie book stand out from others in the genre? In a crowded field, why should a reader give your book a chance?
Pacifier 6, The Shadows Within is a completely new take on the zombie genre. Rather than seeing an outbreak of monsters, we join humankind after the apocalypse has past. People are trying to get on with their lives, and a new drug – Pacifier 6 – has enabled zombies to be pacified and used as a workforce. However, not all of the undead have entirely lost their former consciousness, and some are seeking a way to break out and create a new race.
Why would anybody write a zombie book in the first place?
Any readers of this blog know that I had never intended on writing a zombie novel. I LOVE ‘The Walking Dead’ but I’d never imagined writing in this genre myself. But a story came to me, and I wanted to try something new. So, why did I write this book? Because I wanted to create a fresh take on the zombie genre and explore some formerly passed over aspects.
Add the first paragraph or two from your story as a teaser. If you really don’t want to use the first paragraph, use another one.
It’s not the first paragraph, but one from Chapter 2;
What really plagued Carl was the look on Sheila’s face just before she’d died. He’d never seen the slightest flicker of emotion on her face before, not the hint that she was a shadow. But, in that instant, when she lay on the rubble filled road, covered in seeping bodily fluid, her face sliced with glass, her outstretched arm upon his knee, he hadn’t imagined the plea for help in her eyes, had he? She’d formed the word on her lips, attempted language, a skill that frothers were not capable of. He was so sure. But then she was gone, any consciousness that she may have had splattered in fleshy lumps across his face and chest. He daren’t tell his mother, for those who showed the slightest regard for the undead were ridiculed by society. His mother, standing forthrightly in the street, swathed in her dressing gown with a gun in her hand, would have probably put a bullet through his head too. She still would, Carl thought, if infection took hold. There had been no time to close his eyes or shut his mouth as Sheila’s brains had flown towards his face. But he tried to comfort himself with the fact that Pacifier 6 halted transmission. And, if his mother bore down on him with a hammer to bludgeon his skull in three or four days, then he would know.
If you love zombies, then check out these other blogs in the hop:
And, if you have a zombie novel, get involved! Write the post, link back to me and I’ll add you to the list! :)