Congrats Steven Fabian!
Graduating May 31, 2012! W000t! New adventures await!
Zombie problem? Call Neeta Lyffe, Zombie Exterminator.
But not this weekend. She’s on vacation to an exterminator’s convention with her partner and boyfriend Ted, looking to relax, have fun, and have a little romance. Too bad the zombies at the Give Back Underwater Memorial Gardens and Fish Preserve have a different idea. When they rise from watery graves to take over the City by the Bay, it looks like a working vacation after all.
2. 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.
3. 2047. Zombies are pests, fuel is made from feces, and the rich and famous pay to become fish food.
Zombie exterminators, Neeta Lyffe and Ted Hacker, travel to San Francisco for a zombie convention, a little sightseeing and some romance. But when the fish-food celebrities rise from their watery graves to attack San Francisco, their “working vacation” takes on new meaning.
It’s chainsaws, undead, and romance in this second novel by satirist Karina Fabian.
|I can't believe I found this.|
May 14-18, I will be in the CWCO General Chat Room Form 8:30-4:30 Mountain Time. I will not teach lessons, but I will issue a choice of three challenges for the hour, answer questions, offer advice (I'm good at advice!) and be there to crow about all your housekeeping victories with you.
Come join me--for an hour, for a day, for a week. Bring the following:
--A list of what you most need to accomplish.
--Three boxes, bags or baskets (LARGE). We will be cutting clutter.
--Something to write about. Some hours will be a writing challenge.
Every bottom of the hour (8:30, 9:30, etc) I will issue a challenge. The goal is PROGRESS not necessarily completion. Each challenge will be about 20 minutes long. I will take questions, etc for 15--be ready to bring your own tips and ideas, too. Then we'll go do a challenge and come back and celebrate.
Ronnie Engleson, a mild-mannered entertainment reporter, visits the set of a superhero play happening in Faerie, where he falls into a vat of magically created toxic waste, gets bitten by a radioactive pixie, and is struck by lightning while crossing the Interdimensional Gap. The next day, he wakes up with superpowers.
Superpowers, of course, do not always mean super-effectiveness, and Ronnie wrecks a lot of havoc trying to do good for the city of Los Lagos. The Chief of Police finally calls in Vern to catch the superpowered pain-in-the-behind, but Grace has a better idea. Someone has put out a contract on Vern and she thinks a superhero could be the back-up he needs. She convinces Vern to train him instead. So Vern is stuck with a superpowered pain-in-the-tail for a padawan.
Things are heating up in Los Lagos between the Mundane Purists and the Faerie. When the secret leader of the Pure Humans comes to town just as the Faerie Pope makes his first historic visit, Vern and his new padawan discover a conspiracy to tear the city apart--and Faerie-Mundane relations with it. Can Gapman hero-up in time to stop a raging tide of bigotry from destroying his beloved city?
I wondered briefly if that's why the guy I saw was hanging around. There was something weird about that bum, but I couldn't put my claw on it. As a result, I didn't mention him to Vialpando. Thorough detective he was, he'd probably go find the guy and rough him up for answers he didn't have. Vialpando stayed just enough on the side of lawfulness and good that he stayed in Captain Santry's good graces, but he was a bully at heart, and lately, he'd been pushing it.
"And that's what I don't get," he voice, though level rang with accusation. "You say they kidnap the retarded redcap kid--some kind of gang thing, you said--"
"That's what Jose thought, and the boys are Real Humans," Grace replied with insufferable calm.
Vialpando exploded out of the chair and slammed his hands in front of her. "Then why the hell are the only injured people some John Doe, the three Real Humans on the floor and another kid up on the balcony?"
Grace didn't even blink at his outburst, although her tone took on just a bit of scolding. She'd battled demigods and demons--and more to the point, had taught Catholic school. "Perhaps asking them would produce some answers?"
"Maybe when the kid from the balcony wakes up, I will. What'd you do to him, Grace? I've got a specialist that says he was knocked back twenty feet and slammed into a concrete wall."