This will be taking over the blog for the few days. Karina's on another book tour rampage! Runnn!!!!!!
I
Left My Brains in San Francisco
(Neeta Lyffe, Zombie Exterminator 2
Author
Karina Fabian; narrator Becky Parker
From Damnation Books
Zombie
problem? Call Neeta Lyffe, Zombie Exterminator--but not this weekend.
On
vacation at an exterminator’s convention, she's looking to relax,
have fun, and enjoy a little romance. Too bad the zombies have a
different idea. When they rise from their watery graves to take over
the City by the Bay, it looks like it'll be a working vacation after
all.
BIO
We
could tell you Karina Fabian is an award-winning author, that she
writes science fiction, fantasy, horror, and devotionals (15 books
and counting.) It would all be true, but makes for a boring bio. If
you really want to learn about her stuff, go to
http://fabianspace.com.
She has book trailer videos, excerpts from her books, and pictures of
her dogs and her Mazda Miata, all of which are more fun to
see.
However,
if you’re interested…
Karina
is a native Coloradoan who lives in Utah because she and her family
like it better. With 270-degree view of the mountains and the Great
Salt Lake, great neighbors, lots of geeky conventions (Salt Lake City
Comic Con rocks!), what’s not to love? She works full-time at Top
Ten Reviews, where she is a proud member of the business team
(Business Badgers, unite!). Honestly, researching mortgage companies
and the like is deadly dull, but her coworkers are nerdy and funny.
It’s like what she imagined high school would be in a perfect
world.
She’s
married to Robert Fabian, a retired Colonel, project manager for BAE
systems and VP of Propulsion for Rocket Crafters, Inc. She definitely
married up! Her first words to him were “Live long and prosper,”
and they have been ever since. They have four great kids who love to
pun, watch anime, read fantasy and play D&D. Their bedtime
stories were often her rough drafts, but no one’s gone to therapy
for that yet.
Everyone
likes to know about pets! They currently have two dogs: Toby and
Marley. Toby, the coon shepherd, is beautiful and soft, and Marley,
the lab-basset, is bassadorable. Toby’s favorite pastime is pulling
2x4s from under the porch and running across the yard with them,
while Marley dreams of killing chickens. Again.
Oh!
And the Miata. Bright red, hardtop convertible… She will drive it
in 20-degree weather with the top down. After 21 years of minivans,
it was time for a fun car, and it’s the most fun she’s ever had
behind the wheel.
Karina
is founder and active member of the Catholic Writers’ Guild, and
she teaches writing live and in monthly webinars. Check out the
website above. She’s always glad to do guest appearances.
Excerpts
"Hi!
Welcome to Zomblog! It's ‘Time to Re-kill!’ This is Kelsey
Gardenberger, and we are reporting to you live from Fisherman's
Wharf, where zombie exterminators Rii and Hi Lee of Bay
Exterminations have been called in to take out a zombie."
Police
held back spectators who had cell phones to film the event. On the
ground lay a man in a black-and-white striped shirt, black pants with
suspenders and gold makeup on his rotting skin. He pounded on the
air with imaginary fists, and then felt along imaginary walls with
his hands. Where he should have had fingers, only mangled skin and
bare bones showed. Rii and Hi, both in protective gear, watched the
prone figure and spoke among themselves. The zombie continued his
act unconcerned, except to pause now and again and make drinking
motions before pointing to the top hat waiting beside him.
"It
looks like Rii Lee and Hi Lee have decided on their strategy.
Despite the fact that the zombie appears so docile, it could turn
violent at the slightest provocation--and if you don't believe me,
check out 'Don't wave that thing at me!' on the Zomblog archives.
They're starting!"
While
Rii stood by with a power blaster of anti-zombie foam, Hi ambled up
to the prone zombie, sword relaxed but ready in his left hand. He
watched the undead mime its struggle against the imaginary coffin,
nodded appreciatively, and tossed a twenty into the hat. The Wasted
Mime started clawing with fervor, dug himself up, and brushed himself
off.
Some
of the crowd in the front stepped back.
It
picked up the hat, checked the money.
The
crowd took in a breath.
It
faced Hi.
Hi
bowed.
The
crowd gasped. Cameras flashed.
The
zombie bowed back, deeply and theatrically.
Hi
lashed out with his sword, its blade cutting deeply and theatrically
into the zombie's neck.
The
re-killed corpse folded over.
The
crowd broke into wild cheers.
Kelsey
smiled big for the camera. "And there you have it! Looks like
a mime isn't such a terrible thing to waste after all."
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Thanks for hosting me!
ReplyDeleteI must read Fabian's work. Thanks.
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