Ladies and gentlemen, the end of a tumultuous year is just a few days ahead, so perhaps I can sweeten the deal with some fun and non-expensive gifts for you. Starting on December 18 all the way to New Year’s Eve, you can download e-book versions of several of my works, all for free, and then, you also get nice discounts on some others.
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.
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?
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.
Ignoring the wounded, Lee Qiang tuned his mind back to the fight. They had to neutralize the armor first. If they did not, they would all die.
He tried to close his fist. It worked. He opened it. A spongy feeling, but his muscles responded. His sleeve was drenched with blood. The fabric was ripped in two places where the shrapnel had cut through.
Lee Qiang rose, using his left arm to pull himself up against the greasy side of the all-terrain vehicle. The cannon breech was closed. Lonya must have reloaded a fresh shell before the Type 89 fired. Lee Qiang positioned himself behind the gunner sight, aiming the iron at the AFV.
“Maybe you use some of that gay charm to talk our way out of this?”
Lee Qiang put a hand on Lip’s shoulder and loved the fact the man flinched ever so subtly. “Not sure if that’s going to work here, but thank you for your suggestion.”
There was a bridge.
Flowing lazily under it, the Volga River.
Guarding both banks was a shady bunch of troops in mismatched camo and a serious stock of weapons.