Dear readers, I am happy to announce the publication of my latest book, Darkness. It is the second volume in my zombie-themed novella series Humanz, told in first-person from a perspective of a … zombie. Darkness follows our nameless protagonist, as they struggle with persecution, mistrust, bickering and power games, the ongoing-war with the humans, and worst of all, the slow and inevitable end of their half-dead existence.
Dear readers! Darkness, the second volume in my somber, zombie-themed, first-person, dystopian novella series Humanz, will be released very soon! While you impatiently wait for the book to hit the proverbial, figurative and literal shelves (literal, geddit), maybe you want to check out the dope cover? Art created by legendary Anton Kokarev, styling and design by Andrew Leon Hudson.
Storytelling is universal. From Ancient Greece via medieval Italy to modern-day world, the fundamental formula that makes or breaks any story, EVERY story, be it in written form, on-stage play, or a movie production remains unchanged. Well, it’s one ingredient only: conflict.
I am happy to announce that I’ve just finished writing the third book in the best-named trilogy of all time. The last volume, titled The Daring Adventures of Amorous Prince Dietrich brings conclusion to the escapades of our misunderstood and loathed protagonist – Dick.
Hello Darkness my old friend. Yup, the name of the second book in my dystopian, first-person zombie novella series is – you guessed it right – Darkness! Following on the somber premise laid out in the first book – Decay, Darkess continues the story of humanz. And there’s an amazing cover, too, once again conceived by the kickass artist Anton Kokarev.
No rest for the righteous. With great delight, I have commenced to write the final piece in the best-named trilogy of all times, Woes and Hose. The third book will be called, wait for it, The Daring Adventures of Amorous Prince Dietrich. And it’s already 25% done!
Ah, this is the question that every author has asked themselves, at some point in their career. Now, I personally believe that one should not write books for money – as opposed to getting paid to write, ’tis a subtle difference. One should write with love and passion, and if a work makes it into the big beyond, then it’s a nice bonus. A really nice bonus. Now, regardless of what your motives are, the question remains. And the answer is: no, of course not, don’t be silly.
Lee Qiang opened the email. It was in Mandarin:
I know you’re angry. I know you feel like I betrayed you. But we both know that’s not the case. This is war, and as luck would have it, we fight for different sides in this sorry conflict. We both know what it takes—whatever it takes—to finish the mission. I could not have given up mine, and I know you know and respect that. You would have done the same. Had I given up, I would have lost your respect, and no matter how insincere that may sound to you, I find that important.
“How are you?”
“Nervous,” Sveta said.
Lee Qiang smiled. “That facade finally crumbling, eh?”
Sveta made a wry face. “I have seen prisoner exchanges before. Sometimes they go badly wrong. I’d rather be crossing the Volga River in a Taifun. At least there I had the feeling of being in control.”
Is that what’s bothering you? Lee Qiang wondered. That you are no longer in control? That you cannot manipulate anymore? That you’re going back to your side, which may not look fondly on your getting captured?
Friendly territory.
To the untrained eye, the differences between our side and their side were subtle. New flags and uniforms, new types of technology and weaponry. But it was still a war zone. Rubble, checkpoints, walls of gabions, machine gun turrets, sniper nests.
And then there were the smells of destruction.
To Lee Qiang, this was a brand new world.
