George Romero is usually credited with creating the modern zombie with his classic 1968 shocker, Night of the Living Dead but if any man also deserves this credit it is screenwriter and novelist John Russo who wrote the script of the original movie. Undead, published by Titan Books, collects together the novels Night of the Living Dead and Return of the Living Dead. Night almost follows the film script to the letter, though we do get to know the characters a bit better in John Russo’s novelization, but the real meat here is the all original sequel, Return of the Living Dead which revisits the same location ten years after the events depicted in the movie. The book is on sale now priced £8.99 which offers good value considering there are two full length novels within its covers. Zombie Apocalypse which was edited by Stephen Jones is another cracker. This book shares many traits with the aforementioned, World War Z but it is far from a carbon copy and is a great addition to the genre. Personally I actually prefer this one to World War Z since the story is more contained but WWZ came first and this title owes it a massive debt.
Dead Ways by Christophe
Of course the zombie novel I want you all to run out and buy is The Dead Walked: Origin by Vincent Stark but then I’m biased since this marks my horror debut after a string of successful westerns written under the name Jack Martin and published by Robert Hale LTD. Origin is the first in a trilogy and you can read an extract below. Shuffle back later this weekend when we will announce the publication date for the first volume in the zombie event of the year.
The Dead Walked: Origin by Vincent Stark
The necromancer shall sing.
And the dead shall walk.
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September was her favourite time of the year, and late September, when the autumn was just preparing to hand over to winter, when there was still a residue of the late summer warmth in the air, as well as the crisp promise of the iciness to come, had always been, as far as Missy was concerned, the finest chunk of that particular month.
The sky itself seemed to glow at this time of year.
September was a time of promise.
A time of rebirth.
Not this September, though.
This September, Missy would remember as, the time the dead walked.
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