Category: horrorbooks

LAST DAY  to grab the new #novel from BLOODMAGIK.COM at it’s discounted price, fam! Get yours and get your read on for the new year! Combo BARGAIN BUYS are also still available for those who need Book One in my contemporary dark-fantasy #horror saga, and/or my Christmas-horror, stoner comedy, A Christmas Carcassing. Buy 1 or buy them all from my website and get them signed + a free Splatball squishy brain for that #zombie child in all of us (or the one you got shuffling around your home.) Take a bite out of some #dark #fiction and see if you don’t swallow, I dare you! (lol) GET BIT!! -cm

The book is in, my few and far between! Get Blood Magik: The Reigning Dead, Book Two in my #darkfantasy #actionadventure now on, and dampen you shelves with the sultry taint of either of my other two #selfpublished #horrornovels at a murderous discount! I only ordered a single box of the new book to sign so don’t snooze! (I’ll order more, of course, but it could be several weeks after I sell out before I get them). Swipe for killer combos, and slide on over to to GET YOURS! ‐cm

Finito, my dudes!  =D 

Reaching the conclusion tonight that sometimes less is more, I read over my epilogue and instead of adding another two scenes, I added 44 final words to top her off. I’m pretty sure I nailed that bitch like Christ to a cross. So, the first(ish) draft of this silly fucker is ready for stage two: meticulously going over it all for inconsistencies and making those final adjustments. 

Just a little about what you’re looking at:

That’s my man Marvin on the left, holding the Marvin the Martian bong, and his man Shawn on the right. These two throughly blitzed teens done did got mixed up in some gruesome shit by no choice of their own. When the bodies of dead Santas and their sexy (or otherwise) little helpers keep turning up on Marvin’s lawn, his only reasonable recourse (he decides) is to dispose of the fuckers before he’s fingered for the crimes.

Smart move, Marv…

Shawn, being Marvin’s best bud, gets mixed up in the melee, of course, all the while supplying the highs and lows necessary to deal with this bombardment of festive gore.

This, my friends, is a disaster just waiting to be repeated, until somebody pulls his head from the clouds long enough to do something about it.

Look for this morbid Christmas tale to be available by December. Unless I decide to peddle it to a literary Agent (looking into getting one now), in which case I have no clue when it would hit the stands.

Regardless… Stay tuned! 


The Pure Art limited edition of my #zombie #fantasy #novel, Blood Magik: A Cold Day In Hell now available on! A contemporary #horror fantasy that takes the zombie mythos for a joyride through unconventional. These dead talk. They laugh. They pillage. They…save your meaty ass from becoming chow? Indeed, not all undead are out to eat you in this mashup of sports and fantasy. When undead jocks may be your only hope of making it out of LA alive, there’s a damn fair chance you’re utterly fucked. Use codeword GoPriestsGo to get the #ebook at a price of your choosing, and grab a signed copy of the 6×9 paperback while you still can. -z

“A deep groaning hummed above from slithering leviathans infecting the sky, blocking out Heaven’s view of the foul disease of evil spreding below. There were eyes in every reflection, every shadow, every crack they passed, watching them drive deeper into the city. Every stop light was blinking red. Every street light would flicker as they drove under, threatening to leave them blanketed in dark. Every wall perspired with crimson droplets leaving a metallic stink waiting to taint their lungs. And their every breath was a reminder of the surrounding death they had to maneuver through to find their friends.” – excerpt from Chapter 20.

Use codeword GoPriestsGo on to download the ebook for a price of your choosing! -z