Let the trumpet sound! It's Release Day for That the Dead May Rest. One more time, here's the cover.
And one more time, here's an excerpt. I wasn't sure which one to post today. After yesterday's downbeat selection, I'd like to post something more hopeful, but that would involve spoilers. So I picked an excerpt that at least has some loveliness in it, while continuing to show Millie's emotional struggle.
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The way things were going, it was a relief for Millie to welcome someone who’d died of a heart attack — though he’d been living in a leftover bomb shelter, and his last few days had been spent by himself, fearfully eating canned food. He greeted the news that he had moved on with a mixture of resignation and relief. He had one request, which he made to Millie with a humble air as if it might be unreasonable. “Could I go somewhere with fresh air? Is that something you have here?”
She looked at him, sitting a little hunched over with his hands clasped on his knee and his eyes shy and hopeful, and made her decision. She had never taken anyone there except Sofia, let alone a stranger . . . but it was time to share. “I know just the place. At least, it’s a favorite of mine, and you’ll be able to smell fresh air, and the sea.”
The man couldn’t stop looking at the waves. Crouching just out of their reach, he watched them flow in and out, in and out as if mesmerized. When Millie knelt in the sand next to him, he said softly, “I’ve never seen the ocean. I always wanted to.”
“It isn’t exactly like this,” Millie admitted. “In the real ocean, you get waves building up high and then crashing down, or some places crashing into rocks. You can see that whenever you like. But I wanted something quieter. Softer, if that makes any sense.”
The man looked away from the water and gazed at her in wonder. “You made this place?”
Millie looked down as she said, “I guess you could say that. I had someone — my friend Sofia, you should meet her — help me, tell me how. But all you have to do is sit with yourself for a while and imagine a place you’d like to be. And you can make more than one place, to fit all the different ways you might be feeling.” She glanced up, and the eagerness in his face made her say, “I could help you, if you’d like.”
“That would be wonderful!” He looked back at the water. “Soon, anyway. I’d like to just sit here for a little while and listen to the sea.”
She hadn’t wanted to ask many questions while he was so clearly taking comfort in this escape from care, but in a few minutes he started talking without prompting, in murmured phrases. “We didn’t know what to believe. Who to believe. People were dying in awful ways, but there weren’t any clear photos or videos showing how it happened. And then a few videos did turn up, but they could have been fake. I’ve never believed in Sasquatch or vampires or any of that. But how would wild animals get loose in cities?”
That suggested another question: were the creatures showing up inside cities? Were any security cameras catching them?
But the man was asking Millie something. “Do you know, here? What’s happening?”
There was no good reason to tell him just how much she did know, not the worst of it. It would only shock and frighten him, when he was just now feeling safe again. But she did say, “I’m afraid it really is something like what you said first. Something I never would have believed either, until I heard it from people coming here. It’s, um, it’s more or less zombies.” Now he did look shocked. What could she say? “So you were right to be frightened, and to take shelter.”
Neither of them had any more to say for a while. They listened to the waves, instead, and the faint shushing sound of the breeze bringing them the lightly salted air.
Finally the man spoke again. “I’ve been thinking about what you said, about my making my own special places. I saw redwoods, once. A forest of them, one gigantic tree after another. I could never see the tops of them. I used to think that in heaven, I could see redwoods again, and I’d somehow be able to see the very tops of the trees.” He stopped, and she was about to promise him again that he could create that vision when he went on, “But now, I think about that forest, with all the trees close around in every direction, and I don’t want to be there again. I want to be able to see for a long way on every side.” Another pause. “I know it’s silly, here. There aren’t any of those creatures.” Then he went rigid and wide-eyed, and asked in a tight voice, “There aren’t, are there? Zombies? There aren’t any here?”
Millie closed her eyes for a moment and then made herself open them. No zombies here. Just the people who became them, whose bodies had hunted down men just like him and torn them apart. People like her. She made herself breathe evenly for a moment, to calm down enough to answer, “No, there are no zombies here.”
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I hope you're ready to learn how Millie and Rosie and Emma find the strength they didn't know they had, and how they and the others work together to counter the zombie threat. Here are some purchase links.
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