Fables of the Reconstruction by Hunter S. Jones

 

This is the first publication by Hunter S. Jones, and as such it’s not bad at all. She has come up with an original take on the traditional zombie gore.

I had no idea what to expect from an erotic tale starring zombies. To my surprise I was pleasantly entertained. It is both a story of lust as well as one of love, or is it possession?

It’s wickedly short–read in a jiiffy–maybe a bit too short, because when it’s over, it leaves you with a feeling that there should be more. I would say, “Hunter, give us part two!”

On the downside, the story begins with a prologue that needs not be there in my opinion, but once past that and the real story takes off, there’s fun to be had.

It’s just that the fun could have been even more explicitly described than the writer did. Sometimes you feel robbed of an experience while on the other hand there’s a bit too much told, which I’d rather lived through, submerged in the story rather than only reading it outside in.

Boneyard 11 by Linton Robinson

Read for you and very much enjoyed by Lucy Pireel  Image

Once again this author delivers what he promises on the first few pages.

This is a tale of bad gone worse while it feels good and you can’t help but like the bad guys, because even the lowest have adorable qualities. In this book it’s the good guys that have you worried.

Within the first chapter I was fully on board with the bad guys’ team, cheering them on, while I sincerely hoped that the ones who are supposed to be on the right side of the law got what they deserved.

There are deep thoughts and revelations, covered in humour and violence. Some cringe worthy moments and then some that have you sigh and almost bring a tear to the eye while feeling sorry for characters.

This book shows you that even the lowest of the lowest can sometimes be the best of the best, while the white knight rides a stallion black as night, or at least grey as smoke wafting up after mayhem. Yes, mayhem, beautiful and intricate mayhem, delivered with surgical precision and described as only Mr. Robinson can.

This time the dark knight really is the dapper prince who saves the girl, while he really does nothing to deserve this qualification—he just is there to facilitate the main character’s internal drive—you still like him for the nice guy he is.

The story hooks from the first para and drags you by the hairs through it until the end and then you wished there was more.

The book can be bought at Amazon and the other usual suspects.

Blending in

“Blending in,” Lucy wants to say to all who care, “is much like being bland, a fine quality.”

But she hesitates, for is it not what all humans secretly crave? To blend in, to belong, to be one of many. For is it not frightening to stand out in a crowd? To be the one humans look up to? Seek guidance from? Who could live up to such expectations, to wake up and know other humans want to have a part of what makes that particular human special. Instead most just want to blend in. Be bland, undetected, safe in their anonymous corner of the world. But does the world not force them out of hiding? Are humans not fighting among each other for the right to be the sun around which humanity revolves? Does not a father wants his son to look up to him and say, “Daddy, you are the best.” Does the mother not want her son to say, “Mommy, you are the sweetest.” And yet, those humans wish to hide in their safe corners to observe and feel themselves better than the ones who strive to shine. Is being bland not a quality to strive for? The bland father who loves his son for the unconditional love he gives and gets, or the bland mother who gladly sacrifices her last meal to feed her child.

Only the bland will not be left alone. We must participate, not stand aside.

Jung once said, “Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.”

But the ones who wish to be bland look with envious eyes to the truly bland and do not regard themselves the way they should. For just being the best you can be is the most admirable quality obtain.

Final Cover Arrived

Yay! I’ve got the final cover for Red Gone Bad and it is beautiful and obviously done the professional way. I am so happy! I’m positive this cover will be liked when I show it. Not just yet though.

I’m working towards December 1st to release the collection of twisted fairy tales Red Gone Bad, so shortly before that date I’ll start really promoting. Then I’ll post the cover and share it with you all. For now you will just have to take my word that it is truly in the spirit of the bundle. Twisted tales, not a happy ending in sight.

Slave to the Machines

” … how is it possible that so many people are not interested in others but themselves?”

Lucy sits in the autumn sun and sees people pass each other by. She gives the homeless person–whom nobody seems to notice–a cup of coffee. He is grateful beyond compare, it embarrasses her. She doesn’t want this kind of gratitude for such a trivial matter. But he is not thankful for the coffee; he thanks her for the recognition of his existence. “It’s just,” Lucy thinks, “why wouldn’t he be seen? Is he not a human after all? Is he not a fine example of how one can exist without all that we seem to need these days? Is he not wise in refusing to offer what this greedy world wants from us? Is he not truly free from what holds us back from being human after all?”

The man knows no greed, he lives from what he can get and when she asks, “Do you like your life?” He smiles and says, “I am truly free. You are a slave of your machines and society. Do not feel sorry for me, feel sorry for them.” And he points at the men carrying their briefcases and serious faces. On their way to yet another greed meet in their beloved bank.