It's SUMMER OF ZOMBIE time! Party like the undead!
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I'm up today with a teaser from my upcoming book, Lizzie Borden, Zombie Hunter:
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About the book, Lizzie
Borden, Zombie Hunter
by C.A. Verstraete:
Every city has its secrets…
Everyone thinks Lizzie Borden murdered her father and stepmother one hot
August morning in 1892 for the oldest of reasons—greed, social status,
frustration… But what if she did it
because she had to?
Discovering Mr. and Mrs. Borden
have become zombies thrusts Lizzie
into a horrific world where the walking dead are part of a shocking conspiracy
to infect not only Fall River, Massachusetts, but also the world beyond. Now
Lizzie enters the fight, vowing to do everything she can to protect her sister,
Emma, and her hometown, from this horrid scourge.
But who really killed the Bordens—and why? Lizzie and Emma try to unravel
the mystery, even as Lizzie faces the gallows for murder and another fear: what
role did her father have in these horrors?
Nowhere in nineteenth-century Fall
River is safe from these nightmarish ghouls or the evil forces controlling
them.
Yet, for Lizzie, uncovering her
city’s—and her family’s—secrets may come at a terrible price…
A Sneak Peek:
(pre-publication
version)
Lizzie Borden, Zombie
Hunter by C.A. Verstraete
Chapter One
Q. You saw his face
covered with blood?
A. Yes sir.
Q. Did you see his eye-ball hanging
out?
A. No sir.
Q. See the gashes where his face was
laid open?
A. No sir.
—Lizzie Borden at inquest, August 9-11, 1892, Fall River Courtroom
August 4, 1892
THUMP.
Lizzie Borden drained the rest of her
tea, set down her cup, and listened to the thumps and the sound of furniture
moving upstairs. My, my, for only ten o’clock
in the morning my stepmother is certainly energetic. Housecleaning, already?
THUMP. THUMP.
For a moment, Lizzie forgot her plans
to go shopping downtown. THUMP. There it went again. It sounded like her
stepmother was rearranging the whole room. She paused at the bottom stair, her
concern growing, when she heard another thump and then, the oddest of sounds—a
moan. Uh-oh. What happened? Did she hurt
herself?
“Mrs. Borden,” she called. “Are you
all right?”
No answer.
She wondered if her stepmother had
taken ill, yet the shuffling, moving, and other unusual noises continued.
Lizzie hurried up the stairs and paused outside the partially opened door. The
strange moans coming from the room sent a shiver up her back.
Lizzie pushed the door open wider and
stared. Mrs. Borden stood in front of the bureau mirror clawing at her
reflected image. And what a horrid image it was. The sixty-seven-year-old
woman’s hair looked like it had never been combed and stuck out like porcupine
quills. Her usually spotless housedress appeared wrinkled and torn. Yet, that
wasn’t the worst. Dark red spots—blood,
Lizzie’s mind whispered—dotted the floor, and streaked the sides of the older
woman’s dress and sleeves.
Lizzie gazed about the room in alarm.
The tips of Father’s slippers peeking out from beneath the bed also glistened
with the same viscous red liquid. All
that blood! What happened here? What happened? (To Be Continued…)
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