Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Writing a Promo

One Hundred and Fifty Million Zombies.

Sixty Million Dogs.

All of them hungry for warm human flesh.

The dead have risen and are killing anyone who gets in their line of sight. The living know what’s caused it—a vicious contagion. But it’s too late to halt the spread. For now, what remains of society are busy shutting down nuclear reactors and securing chemical plants to prevent runaway reactions in both. There’s little time for anything else.

Failed comic book artist Rick Nuttman and his family have joined thousands of other desperate people in trying to find a haven from the madness.

Perhaps refuge can be found in the village of Sparta, led by a rotating Council of citizens, sitting high in the North Carolina mountains and standing as a refuge for the weary and ragged people heading for the hills.

Or maybe there is salvation in The City of Ruth, a community raised from Carolina ashes and run with an iron fist by Preacher Chase who plans to make a godly stand against Satan. They’re armed and ready to retool the world in a proper image--even if it means a holy war against Sparta and any other errant village.

Nate Stockman, tasked with protecting Sparta, holds a secret that may end up tearing it down.

In the low country before the hills, a monster named Danger Man lurks and causes a sea change.

While watching over it all, the mysterious figure of BC, moving his gigantic canine pack westward, into lands where humans think to find safety.

And always, the mindless hordes neither living nor dead, waiting only to destroy.

There will be a reckoning.

THE LIVING END: A Zombie Novel (with Dogs)

James Robert Smith

Approximately 97,000 words.

Represented by Robert Fleck

Professional Media Services.


dogboy443 said...

Very cool Brother. I'm about half way through reading it and getting a ton of zombie ideas to sketch. Glad to see you're back from the trip and ready to go back to your literary work.

HemlockMan said...


I keep working. So far, this has been the most productive twelve months of my life as far as novel length fiction is concerned.