So, who has finished Dark Matter?

It’s interesting that they call it Season 1, because they cover the entire book so they’d have to generate new material if they wanted a Season 2. It doesn’t look like there are plans for a Season 2, though they left open the possibility. Will There Be A ‘Dark Matter’ Season 2 On Apple TV+? Joel Edgerton Weighs In | Decider

When I read the book, I was surprised when all the Jason’s started appearing in the home world, but it makes sense. Seeing the scene unfold where they walk through the sad, broken-hearted Jason’s to get to the cube was incredibly impactful. When I read the book, I remember thinking, “But what if they put his wife into the box? Couldn’t the same thing happen, where each decision divides her? Couldn’t we have unlimited Daniela’s for the Jason’s?”

However, the series did a good job of showing that she would never go for that. When they proposed the lottery, she instantly responded that the Jason who suggested it had no chance with her. She’s right. She isn’t a prize who goes to the winner. She isn’t required to provide happiness to as many Jason’s as possible.

Some of the Jason’s are, quite obviously, damaged both physically and mentally from the journey they’ve been on. The series goes out of its way to show that the one she is with had a gentler trip–Amanda ends up in a utopian world. Remember, mindset makes the world so the most physically damaged Jason’s are also likely the most mentally damaged as well. They chose, however inadvertently, worlds that would harm themselves. The final Jason makes non-violent choices. He smokes to be arrested, rather than start a fight or any number of other more obvious direct but violent ploys. He doesn’t steal a car, he asks her best friend to borrow it (unlike the one who used a screwdriver to steal a car). His choices continue to make him the one she wants to be with.

I’d love another season to see what world their son chose for them, whether they ever go to the utopian world that Amanda and Ryan landed in, and what happens to the Jason who wanted to get the answer to “What if I’d made a different choice” and started this whole mess. Jason2 seems to have reformed, but what a price they all paid!

 Let me know your thoughts on the ending, and whether you read the book or not.

I heard about this book and sought it out. Set in an insular Mennonite community in Bolivia, and loosely inspired by true events, the book is written by Miriam Toews, who grew up in a Canadian Mennonite community. I appreciate glimpses into cultures so different from mine, and particularly from an insider who understands that unique perspective.

The real-life news that inspired the story is tragic. Mennonite women, who are deliberately uneducated and insulated from the world, were secretly dosed with a knock-out drug used on farm animals and sexually abused for years by men in their own colony. Their stories of waking up to bruises and pains were not taken as valid, and instead attributed to ‘demons’, until enough compared stories and, finally, men were caught sneaking in.

The author uses this as the starting point for her story. It forms the catalyst to ask many questions that women in such a community must have. The women meet to narrow down their options, examine their faith, and consider what to do about the men when they and their daughters can be treated in this way. The men of the community have gone to town to bail out the rapists.
This short book reminds me of a play, with a small set of speakers in a space talking at length. The format probably made it easier to translate onto the screen. A movie will be coming out soon with several well-known actresses. However, the discussion format, and lack of action, isn’t what I normally think of for movie releases. I hope the movie finds support.

I look forward to seeing the movie. It feels like the time is right to have the discussions that we never get to hear. Women of faith, who have suffered, but who want to do what is right, makes for compelling drama. What’s more, we hope for the best for them while having no confidence that their society will allow for the kind of future we’d like to see.

I had to know so I looked around the internet. It seems as if the results of the women’s discussion in the book don’t match reality. It is difficult to reconcile that these events take place in the modern age and involved over a hundred women. Yet, the women in the real-life story didn’t even get to testify at trial; according to what I read, the men in their community spoke for them.

The best thing about this book is that it makes us aware of what still goes on in the world.

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I like how Mary Roach takes a topic and is both informative and humorous. She makes otherwise offputting topics entertaining (see her book Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers). I read this book for a book club.

I found certain sections informative and appreciated the topic of human versus wildlife in the modern age, however, I was the only person in my book club to finish. Honestly, a general book club was probably the wrong audience for a science and humor book. The disjointed nature of the anecdotes makes it difficult to find a thread to carry you through the whole book. And while one section might interest you, such as the push and pull of sacred but violent monkeys, you’re bound to find another section that drags a bit.

The unpredictability was also one of the things I liked about the book. The chapters on pest control were wittier than they had any right to be, and I have a better understanding of bait and what is considered humane in extermination. The wide-ranging topics provide an expansive view of the challenges we face as humans and animals attempt to coexist in an increasingly crowded world.

If you’re the right audience for this book, someone already interested in wildlife, I think this is among the best you’ll find. Just don’t expect everyone to love it as much as you do.

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About “Evil for Good:”
Yes, Trista used her newfound powers against her ex-boyfriend and joined the supervillains. She helped them steal a city. Still, does one evil act mean you’re evil forever?

As it becomes clear her powers are the key to the league’s most daring plan, she struggles over whether her loyalty lies with them or her conscience. Maybe betrayal is the most evil plan of all.

If you like the sample, read the first three chapters of Evil for Good for free through the online Kindle Vella service. New episodes come out weekly on Tuesdays.

Chapter 1 Half Angel, Half Demon

In Evil for Good by H.E. Roulo the main character controls stone but not her own impulsiveness.

When a  car squealed to a stop outside her high-rise studio, Trista heaved a sigh and braced herself. Tentacles yanked her off the sidewalk into the car.

They accelerated away from the curb.

She muttered a curse word. “I dropped my sandwich. You’re going to have to buy me lunch.”

“Call him! Call Hard Edge to me, that we might battle!”

Her head flopped back onto the headrest. “You’re behind the times.”

“What?” Her kidnapper hunched over the steering wheel, eyes flicking to the rear-view mirror to check for pursuit. His tentacle arms writhed like yellow anacondas.

“Pull over and I’ll show you. Pull over!” Trista batted aside a tentacle and jerked the steering wheel. The car slammed into the curb and skidded to a halt. Trista thrust her door open. He leaped from the car to catch her, cape waving, but she stepped to the newspaper stand and moved no further. Blinking in surprise, he hesitated, watching.

She paid and returned to the car, tossing a tabloid over top of the vehicle. It skidded to the unnamed supervillain. He grabbed it up, scanned the front page, and his face fell. “You broke up?”

“I’m just any girl, again.” With a rueful shrug, Trista entered the flow of pedestrians and headed back toward her studio.

The villain’s car roared away from the curb. She flinched, relieved that he’d accepted her proof, and didn’t look back. After two blocks, she staggered. Suppressed shivers burst out in a scream. She pressed fingers to her cheeks, smothering the sound into her palms. The crowd passing by stepped aside to form two streams around her island of fury. She swiped her cheeks and straightened.

“I’m safe. Just a girl.”

Spotting another newspaper stand, she raced over and pointed, throwing her credit card to the clerk to pay for a stack of papers she wadded into her purse.

“That you?” he asked, running her card.

She stared down at the top of the stack, her distorted face smiling up below black typeface. “It was.”

“Lucky girl.”

Her giggles burned a throat still sore from screams. “Lucky?”

He didn’t listen, his next question ready. “What was it like dating a superhero?”

“Not worth it.”

Accepting her card back, Trista hefted her purse onto her shoulder and staggered away. So little time had passed that slices of tomato and shredded lettuce from the sandwich she’d dropped still lay against the curb. Pigeons pecked at the 7-grain bread she’d chosen at the deli. Dating Hardy had been the best diet a girl could go on, with every meal interrupted by villains or daring-dos. She’d dashed off to pick him up from the edge of crime scenes at all times of day. Really, he would ruin the life of a nine-to-five girl much faster than he’d ruined hers, but it all amounted to the same thing.

Yanking keys from beneath the stacks of papers in her purse, she plodded up the long flight of stairs to her studio loft and entered with a suspicious glance around. All lay as she had left it. Her statues lined the walls, and her current piece of work stood in the middle of the room—a raw rectangular block of white marble on a sturdy platform. Her work lights and tools lay nearby. She’d been uncertain where to begin, but the form hidden within the slab of stone shone through, obvious now that she knew what was needed.

Trista set the tabloids to the side, rolling one up and returning it to her purse in case she needed proof for the next fellow with superpowers. The next one who would treat her like nothing, a pawn, a powerless kitten. Something to be used, without agency of her own. Their schemes were bigger. Their powers granted them the ability to ignore her wishes, to scare, to threaten, and not even care. Worse, it gave Hardy an excuse to rescue her and expect gratitude, but she’d run all out. The fun had ended for everyone.

Ignoring lingering hunger, Trista settled earplugs into place and flipped a switch, ready to bring art to life. Here, at least, she was master.

The statue took form faster than she could have anticipated. She closed out the world in order to focus. Her obsession paid off. The perfect lines of the cool marble took shape beneath her fingers. Close to finishing him, she pushed past physical tiredness. She stopped going home and worked feverishly, taking breaks only to receive food deliveries and to nap.

The ringing telephone intruded on Trista’s laboriously constructed peace. Yanking off gloves and setting her polisher down on the worktable, Trista turned to silence the phone and hesitated. The caller id showed her ex-boyfriend’s name. There went the last of her zen.

Any time a superhero dated a normal girl it made the papers. Their breakup had made headlines. As a result, she’d turned off the world and huddled in her studio. Once she finished her masterpiece, she’d leave civilization on an extended hike.

First, she had to survive this conversation.

Trista yanked off her canister mask. She lifted a dusty chisel, resisted the temptation to stab the phone into silence, and answered.

“Yes?”

“Hey, it’s Hardy.”

“Yes?” Trista repeated into the phone as she balanced the phone between shoulder and ear to pace around her masterpiece, a ten-foot half-angel half-demon sculpture. Only his hair needed refinement.

“So, do you have a favorite, you know, league?”

“A favorite league?” She stared into her sculpture’s stony eyes, willing herself to be as calm. A slight blemish, somehow missed in polishing, rose in a sandy point beside the unfinished mound of hair at his temple.

“…of superheroes. Yah, remember how we went out, not too long ago?” Hard Edge asked.

Since this was startlingly stupid—it wasn’t as if she could forget Hard Edge, though he’d disappeared to fight crime so often she could have made the reverse case—Trista uh-hmmed and raised her chisel, muscles so tight in her jaw the tendons in her neck creaked.

“I warned you that there were risks, right?”

“Great risks, great rewards. I remember the theme.” She set her chisel into place, wishing she’d chosen a smaller tip. Dating Hardy hadn’t been all that rewarding, really, and she hadn’t been kidnapped since word of their breakup had circulated. She twisted her lips into the approximation of a humorous smile.

Hard Edge sighed through the phone. “If you believe Psigirl, being with me could have—well, almost certainly did—change you.”

“Changed me?” Her chisel skidded, leaving a white gash in the temple of her masterpiece. She covered her mouth.

Anger blew up inside her. Cursing, she grabbed the phone in both hands. She knew that tone of voice. He was afraid to tell her what he’d done.

“What now?” she demanded.

“Want to talk to Psigirl?” he asked.

“Don’t you dare, coward. Did you infect me?”

“Psigirl says get out of there.”

“Hardy! What did you do?” Any semblance of a normal life, a safe one like other girls had, slipped away like a gossamer curtain cut from its rails. The ugly world of superheroes battling each other, with her in the middle, returned with the familiar sensation of being hunted. She snarled.

Marble crunched under her boots as she rushed toward the window, wondering what she would see in the night. Was she under attack? On the street, five floors below, people and cars trickled through streetlight halos, perfectly ordinary.

She left the blinds yanked open, hesitating. Could she beg Hardy for safety? The idea died the instant she thought it. She couldn’t rely on him to save her anymore. Vulnerability swamped her, gluing her feet to the floor.

Hardy reluctantly continued. “Sometimes people who spend time with us get rubbed off on…She says you really gotta go.”

Apron and chisel clattered onto the counter, as if he’d given a command her body recognized, even if her mind still wasn’t decided. Trista slapped her free hand against her pocket to check for keys, leaving a white powder handprint. “You rubbed on me plenty. What rubbed off?”

“Uh…Powers? And if you aren’t affiliated, everyone’ll come after you now that you’re manifesting.”

“I’m what?” She shoved her purse and keys into her emergency backpack. She’d learned to move fast while they were dating. She took a deep breath, deciding to trust him for now, even though it stung. “Where do I go?”

“A league headquarters, I guess.”

She hissed between her teeth. “What about your league? Aren’t you picking me up?”

“Geez, it’d be so awkward to work with my ex.”

“Oh my god, Hardy.” She hung up, then cursed herself for forgetting to ask if Psigirl knew more about these supposed powers she was manifesting.

She had stopped longing to join the ranks of superheroes when Hardy sucked the romance out of it. How unfair it should happen now, like this. Her lips tightened over a bitter taste.

She sprinted past her sculptures toward the door. Do I have a favorite league? Her mind swam with confusion. Steps slowed as she approached her latest work in progress. He stood on his rolling panel in the beams of powerful work lights.

If Hardy were right, this would be her last piece. Could she leave him like this? Her emergency backpack slipped from her shoulder. She reached for her tools.

Life-sized, perfect male features emerged from undefined hair. She had started with his eyes. The rest of his body had been easy, a combination of animal and angel that had surprised her.

She stroked the gash marring his temple above his ear. The rough stone, so different from the polished smoothness everywhere else, recorded her clumsiness forever. Regret filled her, for all the beautiful things that broke in her hands.

“The only power I care about is right here,” she said aloud

A jolt of static electricity surged through her fingertips into the cold marble. She jerked her hand away, gasping.

“Then that’s the power you get.” The statue’s flawless lips quirked as he spoke.

She stumbled over her backpack, staggering until she hit the wall. “No!”

The wings on his back unfurled. Hooved feet stepped off the platform to crunch into the concrete floor. Tips of carved feathers brushed the beams of her ceiling. He slapped muscular arms around himself as if to get the blood pumping.

“D-did I make you?”

“I was inside the stone. Wasn’t I, Trista?” His unfinished hair waved, lifelike. The line of muscles on his chest led to his belly button where a thick mat of hair became a pelt that covered him from hips to hooves.

“And now I’m here. What would you like me to do?”

“I don’t know,” she whispered.

“Yes, you do. You thought about it while you carved me. You slept in this room, and I was never far from your thoughts. What do you want me to do?”

Elements of sulfur and hot metal stung her nose. She turned her face from him, eyes shut.

“If you won’t speak what you want, ask me what I want. Do you know?”

Her eyelashes flickered. She knew. A second block of heavy lay on a bed of crushed cardboard. When she had seen it in the stone yard, even though he was still unfinished, she had known immediately what it contained and brought it home for him.

“Your sword.”

“I need it.”

“I don’t think I should.” Panic made her pant. She had toiled over him with thoughts on her mind that were never meant to be set free.

His shoulders blotted out the work lights. Inside his shadow, she shivered as he leaned downward. The points and creases in his unfinished hair looked like horns. He hefted the stone onto her workspace.

She picked up a chisel and club hammer, heart thudding.

“You don’t need those.”

She set down her tools, wondering what he meant. Her finger traced over the stone. She pictured the sword within. Marble seemed to soften. She caressed the stone. Claylike chunks dropped to the floor. She pared marble away from the sword’s ornate handle, drawing details with a brush of her nail. The blade flowed long and straight, sharp and clear. As she finished cleaning the blade, it sliced her skin. Surprised, she cried out and put her finger to her mouth.

The winged satyr held a hand toward his sword, but stopped an inch from the hilt.

“What would you like me to do?” he asked.

She squeezed her bleeding finger, pain welling up. She bit her lip, as if to hold back a sob, but she couldn’t cry. She’d done so much crying she had no tears left. Blinking, she looked at her creation, calmed until she saw the gash marring his temple like a scar hinting at past abuse. Sadness turned to rage. All her wasted tears had left a dry wasteland behind, and it caught spark. She wiped her cheek free of imaginary tears, leaving a smear of blood behind to drip down her cheek.

“Do it. Kill Hard Edge.”

Before her lips closed, his hand settled into the grip made for it. His hooves thudded across the floor. He shoved open the window to leap outward, wings stretching from muscled shoulders.

Trista collapsed onto her workbench, pillowing her head on her arms. Her breath gathered marble dust in small whirls that formed white bugs. They scampered across her hands.

Power and regret roiled inside.

She imagined running to the window, shouting for him to stop, and knew she wouldn’t. After all, wasn’t this why she’d made him? The anger had been there, creating him. Now that she had the power to give him life, what was different? She’d been the sort of person who could hate so much she turned art into a weapon. The universe had granted the power to make her wish real. She couldn’t un-wish a gift like that, even if part of her wanted to.

Power didn’t make you good. It was how you used it.

She lifted her head off the bench, wiping her cheek. She could barely think about what she’d done. She buried regret. Too late for such things. She needed to survive. Time was short.

Behind her, the door crashed open.

She bolted upright and hundreds of shards rose with her. They glommed onto her shoulders and chest, each sliver a point on a dangerous Grecian gown. Her power terrified her, but she would not be a victim. Hadn’t she proven that? The points grew sharper as she glared toward her shattered door.

No one was coming to save her, but it didn’t matter. She had sworn never to be the innocent victim again. With her powers, she could make that true.

In the doorway, Vice Poison spread his fingers as if he would launch his needles.

She raised an arm. A miniature scorpion, formed from the rock fabric of her gown, scrambled along her arm.

She opened her palm in welcome. “I guess I do know which league I prefer.”

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The first three chapters are free through the online Kindle Vella service. New episodes come out weekly on Tuesdays.

When I first started publishing my fiction, back in the distant days of 2008, I began on the Podiobooks.com site. There, I could release an episode of podcast fiction per week. Keep in mind, I still had to explain to most people what a podcast was, but I loved the ability to interact with readers, see their responses to the week’s episode, and to get instantaneous feedback as the story progressed. The novel that came out of it, Fractured Horizon, was a Parsec award Finalist.

Returning to my roots, I have decided to dip my toe into the waters of a new platform for releasing serial fiction. Vella allows readers to access the first three episodes for free, and uses a point system for later episodes.

If you’ve ever wanted to try out one of my stories, here’s a chance to read the first three chapters of Evil for Good for free through the online Kindle Vella service. If you like it, new episodes come out weekly on Tuesdays.

EVIL FOR GOOD

Yes, Trista used her newfound powers to kill her ex-boyfriend. It’s true, she joined a league of supervillains and helped demolish a floating city. Still, shouldn’t she be given the benefit of the doubt? Does one evil act mean you’re evil forever?

As it becomes clear her powers are the key to the league’s most daring plan, she struggles over whether her loyalty lies with them or her conscience.
Maybe betrayal is the most evil plan of all.

The first four episodes are out with more each week.

I’ll let you know how the experiment goes and give tips and tricks for Vella in the future.

So remember to #chooseevil, and let me know what you think!

There have been several books recently that have impressed me. Since you may not follow my reviews on Goodreads, I thought I’d share a few of them here. Perhaps you’ll be inspired to read some amazing science fiction.

Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I loved this book. It’s one of the best I’ve read recently.
I’m always impressed by stories where science and engineering are the tools that will save the characters, and those books feel rare or are sometimes apologetic. This book, about a science teacher assisting in a worldwide effort to discover why the sun is failing and what can be done, loves science with reckless abandon. Andy Weir’s writing style is tart and sweet, just as it was with “The Martian”.
With whiffs of Ted Chiang’s “Story of Your Life” (which was made into the movie “Arrival”) and perhaps some Neil Stephenson “Seveneves” and Liu Cixin’s “The Three-Body Problem”, the tone is hopeful yet urgent.
It was a pleasure to read. The ending was satisfying and brought the whole book together nicely.

All Systems Red by Martha Wells
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

If you want to be entertained from the starting sentence straight through, grab Martha Well’s “All Systems Red” novella. It’s a fast-paced read about an unwilling security unit who really just wants to watch television and keep humans from getting themselves killed. Although it has hacked its governor unit, and therefore has free will, Murderbot hasn’t figured out what to do with that freedom.
The tone is joking with a darker undertone for poor Murderbot, who hasn’t reconciled saving dumb humans who won’t listen to it–and finds it even more mortifying when they do.
With a lot of action sequences and smartass comments, the read is quick. Be aware novellas 1-4 are short. The fifth installment is a full-length novel. I haven’t read 6 yet, but I hear it’s a novella as well.
Be ready to find a character you really like.

Dark Matter by Blake Crouch
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I enjoy mind-bending books and movies. However, many stories involving time travel, alternate realities, or quantum effects tend to have one or two great ideas but fade out, hand wave, or become overly complex. I was impressed how Blake Crouch’s novel starts off with a clear idea and keeps that same clarity throughout. The book is enjoyable and sometimes moving. It isn’t so much about exploring the idea of multiverse as it simply follows one desperate and dedicated family man.
The premise of the story is that the main character has an enjoyable life with the woman he loves and a teenage son. He didn’t accomplish everything he might have, but he’s happy with his choices. His life blows up when a ‘him’ from another timeline swaps places, sending him to a universe where he didn’t choose family and instead dedicated himself to his career. From there, the author gives us something new in the level of simplicity and heart shown by the character. Although he realizes he has a multiverse of options, he wants *his* family back–and that leads to all the trouble.
A book well worth the read.
You might enjoy this if you liked The Time Traveler’s Wife, or The Flicker Men.

Bridge Makers: Becoming a Citizen Futurist by April Reagan
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

The idea of a citizen futurist was something I hadn’t taken time to consider before, although I am an optimist about how innovation can make the world a better place.

The book “Bridge Makers: Becoming a Citizen Futurist” takes time to identify what that is, why we need it, and how to become a better citizen futurist. It’s looking at our responsibility to improve the world around us, identify trends, and maintain optimism about possibilities. The author, April Reagan, drives home the point that the goal of companies and researchers don’t necessarily align with societal goals–rather, they’re usually building products and pursuing research. This means that our technological advancement can include unintended consequences.

I agree that we can support innovation as long as we remain diligent in advancing our notions of responsibility at the same pace we advance the tech. Sometimes, that gets overlooked as the pace of advancement is sometimes breakneck. As the author says at the end of Chapter 2, “…we do need a better system for discussing and creating a set of values that can be used for organizations to plan and make decisions that reflect what the people want.” Reagan, April. Bridge Makers: Becoming a Citizen Futurist (p. 44). New Degree Press. Kindle Edition.

The author brushes on fields that are likely to provoke change, like AI and Bioengineering, but the point of the book isn’t to say whether an advancement has value or explore the risks. Instead, it’s to convince the reader that they’re an active participant in the inevitable innovations to come. Our part includes such tasks as to step forward, identify what might be useful but overlooked, redirect what is harmful, find channels to be heard, and influence policy.

While I would have preferred fewer Merriam-Websters definitions, perhaps they were necessary to ensure we were on the same page with concepts that aren’t mainstream, yet. Overall I found the book a thought-provoking read that pulls together some familiar ideas that I hadn’t attached to each other before.

[Note: Just to be above board, I should mention I share mutual friends with the author.]

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Falling in love is scary,
especially in these four witty,
otherworldly tales from Meant to Be Press

“Parsers and Prejudice” by Emmy Z. Madrigal
Sometimes digital love is all you got.

In a future world, where men are all but extinct, Laney falls in love with her only companion, a male android built to meet her every need. But when a deadly virus sweeps the bot population, she must do everything she can to save the bot she loves.

“Cursed by Cupid” by Naching T. Kassa
Nothing is scarier than love.

Jane Sanders is a professional matchmaker and her new client is to die for. Henry Roberts is a handsome and charming Englishman, someone every woman would want. There’s just one problem. Henry is also ghost, cursed to appear as each woman’s nightmare. Can Jane aid him in his hunt for true love? Or will she experience her first failure and condemn his soul to hell forever?

“The Phone Booth” by M.M. Genet
What would you give for one last chance?

What would you give to talk one last time to someone you lost? Would you give up your savings, your house or car? How about your best friend or a member of your family? After a tornado hits their small town, the names of the missing gradually become the names of the dead. A haunted phone booth might give Ahi one last chance to call his missing girlfriend.

“Cordial Foe” by H.E. Roulo
Magic isn’t found, it’s made

If not for the magic embroidered into her tattoos, Cherry would already be dead. Isaac’s life revolves around duty and protection, so he hardly has time for the rockabilly woman bringing chaos to his mountain. Sometimes, a little chaos is a wake-up call. Too bad what Cherry wants is at odds with what Isaac has to give. His secrets might be worse than hers.

For an excerpt from “Cordial Foe” by H.E. Roulo read my guest blog at GirlZombieAuthors

An anthology of otherworldly love stories from Meant to Be Press authors.
Meant to Be…SPOOKED
Available now on Amazon.

I’d like to thank everyone who hosted me on their blogs and my publisher, HorrorAddicts.net for putting this together. Also, the hard work of fellow-author Naching T. Kassa for her coordination, organization, and patience with my dislike of live events and promotion.

See the videos, read the excerpts and posts,  join our celebrations, and sample the wonders of the Plague Master Universe. The last live event is a Facebook Party on September 21st, 2019.

Her life runs parallel to the story told in the Plague Master books. This is set after the book, Plague Master: Sanctuary Dome. The hero has returned home with a vaccine for the zombie virus but it’s in short supply

Here’s a casual take on teen life during the zombie outbreak in Episode 2. Be sure to start with the Plague Master Miniseries, Episode 1

Are you enjoying the miniseries? Should I continue it?

The Twitter watch party for 28 Days Later was fun.