Dora suddenly has more to worry about than getting to the doctor's office. Smashing her car, she finds herself stranded on a day when all hell is breaking loose in Kansas City. Going on is not an option, walking two miles, in this heat? This is not something she does, not ever. Where are those overpaid cops when you need a hand? They always seemed to be there when Dora was driving forty-five in a twenty mile an hour school zone, but now when the flesh eating undead are after her, they are nowhere to be found.

Walking back to the last intersection she finds a fast food place still open for business as usual, going in she meets her new best friends; Paige and Mike. When the bullets start flying the three scuttle back to take cover in the manager's office, turning on an old television set they begin to realize how bad their situation actually is. They need to get out of the restaurant, but with the chaos starting all around them, where can they go?

Max barely made it out of Chicago alive and was looking forward to a long recovery in Iowa with his kids. Picked up by Colonel Draper he expected a quick return to his friend Bill’s home and chance to catch his breath. It is not to be, however, and he is compelled to use his abilities to go on one last mission; to find the Zombie-master, the man responsible for creating the outbreak. Pressed into service alongside his friends, Max heads out to beard the lion in his den and finish the fight once and for all.

The suburbs of Denver were no place to stay during a zombie outbreak, even worse the nuclear fallout was making the place downright uninhabitable. Max and his companions needed to get out of town fast, before they joined the ranks of the living dead or the just good old fashioned dead. This is book two in the Zombie Chronicles Trilogy, not a stand alone novel.

In this exciting collection, bestselling authors Meg Cabot (), Kim Harrison (), Michele Jaffe (), Stephenie Meyer (), and Lauren Myracle () take bad prom nights to a whole new level—a paranormally bad level. Wardrobe malfunctions and two left feet don't hold a candle to discovering your date is the Grim Reaper—and he isn't here to tell you how hot you look.

From angels fighting demons to a creepy take on getting what you wish for, these five stories will entertain better than any DJ in a bad tux. No corsage or limo rental necessary. Just good, scary fun.

Quentin Fears, młody amerykański milioner doświadcza przeżyć, które sprawiają, że mimo bardzo racjonalnego stosunku do życia, musi uwierzyć w to, co niemożliwe. W jego najbliższym otoczeniu pojawiają się osoby tylko pozornie egzystujące w realnym świecie. Za sprawą owych demonów zła mimowolnie staje się bohaterem horroru — tak bowiem zmieniają jego życie.

"I guess it had gone okay with Stevie Rae. I mean, she had agreed to meet me tomorrow. And she hadn't tried to bite me, which was a plus. Of course, the whole trying-to-eat-the-street-person thing was highly disturbing..." Zoey's best friend, Stevie Rae, is undead — in an eww! zombie! kind-of-way, not in a cool vampire kind-of-way. She's struggling to retain her humanity and Zoey doesn't have a clue how to help. But she does know that anything they discover must be kept secret. Trust has become a rare commodity. Sinister forces are at work at the House of Night, where the line between friend and enemy is becoming dangerously blurred.

When sixteen-year-old Zoey Redbird gets Marked as a fledgling vampire she must join the House of Night school where she will train to become an adult vampire. That is, if she makes it through the Change. But Zoe is no ordinary fledgling. She has been chosen as special by the Goddess Nyx and discovers her amazing new power to conjure the elements: earth, air, fire, water and spirit. When Zoey discovers that the leader of the Dark Daughters, the school's most elite group, is misusing her Goddess-given gifts, Zoey must look within herself to embrace her destiny - with a little help from her new vampire friends.

So — you'd think after banishing an immortal being and a fallen High Priestess, saving Stark's life, biting Heath, getting a headache from Erik, and almost dying, Zoey Redbird would catch a break. Sadly, a break is not in the House of Night school forecast for the High Priestess in training and her gang. Juggling three guys is anything but a stress reliever, especially when one of them is a sexy Warrior who is so into protecting Zoey that he can sense her emotions. Speaking of stress, the dark force lurking in the tunnels under the Tulsa Depot is spreading, and Zoey is beginning to believe Stevie Rae could be responsible for a lot more than a group of misfit red fledglings. Aphrodite's visions warn Zoey to stay away from Kalona and his dark allure, but they also show that it is Zoey who has the power to stop the evil immortal. Soon it becomes obvious that Zoey has no choice: if she doesn't go to Kalona he will exact a fiery vengeance on those closest to her. Will Zoey have the courage to chance losing her life, her heart, and her soul? Find out in the next spectacular installment in the House of Night Series, .

A week ago Zoey had a group of special friends, three boyfriends and a (kinda) clear conscience. Now she has none of the above. Luckily ice-queen Aphrodite is showing signs of melting and ex-roomie Stevie Rae isn't as dead as she'd thought. Though Stevie's now hanging out in tunnels with freaks - gross. If she can get them to listen, Zoey will need all her friends as events take a frightening turn at the House of Night school for vampyres. Shocking true intentions are about to come to light, loyalties will be tested and an ancient evil is about to rise again. Some days being special just doesn't seem all that...

Can Alice escape Zombieland before the Dead Red Queen catches up to her? When little Alice falls asleep, she finds herself in an undead nightmare of rotting flesh and insanity. Following a talking rat, she ventures further into this land of zombies and monsters. There’s also something else troubling poor Alice: her skin is rotting and her hair is falling out. She’s cold and there’s the haunting feeling that if she remains in Zombieland any longer, she might never leave and forever be caught between life and death. Have a seat at the table for the Tea Party of your life and explore the wondrous adventure that is Zombieland.

Review

Full disclosure: Carnell, author of the rollicking new zombies-meet-Ultimate Fighting novel, NO FLESH SHALL BE SPARED (now available from ZED Presents... Publishing), is a longtime contributor to FANGORIA magazine. Please don t let notions of nepotism dissuade you from taking this review seriously, thus depriving yourself of a brawny, bloody slice of escapism that will launch your inner fourteen-year-old boy into paroxysms of glee. If you no longer nurture an inner fourteen-year-old boy (or are female), your enthusiasm for NO FLESH MAY BE SPARED may be dampened, since Carnell's effort is bolstered by the pillars of male adolescent interest: martial arts, girls, pro sports and messy undead mastication. NO FLESH's hero is Cleese, a mono-monikered tough guy recruited by the televised Undead Fight League to battle zombies in a cage for money. Cleese is the typically sullen antiauthoritarian whose ilk is usually portrayed onscreen by thick slabs like Vin Diesel. He finds himself sequestered in a Spartan training facility, where he's tutored on the finer points of competitive zombie dismemberment by Monk, his equally gruff coach and veteran of the cage. Cleese soon adapts to the UFL's philosophy of Zen and the art of mutilation, with firearms, blades and bare-knuckles at his tactical disposal. Once he's finally inside the cage and dispensing his particular style of havoc on platoons of rotting combatants, his matches quickly climb the Nielsen ratings. Outside the cage, he falls for a lovely, lethal co-competitor while struggling to sort out treacherous motives behind the figures manipulating the UFL from the safety of their plush boardrooms. NO FLESH SHALL BE SPARED betters the recent spate of redundant zombie apocalypse novels in the sense that, here, the apocalypse has already come and gone. Readers are spared another unnecessary rehash of bursting graves and bickering survivors, as the initial outbreak is only glimpsed in flashback chapters. Society has had years to adjust, transfigure, and even profit from its new circumstance, its new idea of normality. NO FLESH's central conceit of zombie prize fighting is not exactly original (A similar sequence in Romero's LAND OF THE DEAD leaps immediately to mind) and the story follows a mostly predictable sports/action movie formula, but the steady pacing, friendly prose and tense fight passages combine to work smashingly well. The inevitable moments of zombie carnage are satisfyingly wet, the height of which is reached in the opening chapter and features a breastfeeding mother and a baby who is very, very, hungry. Really, Fango's only real quibble is this: while definitely appropriate for the subject matter, Carnell's testosterone-amped dialogue often tries too hard to be both breezy and threatening, with grown men bumping chests and calling each other fksticks and aclowns . Also, can we please now have a moratorium on straight-faced, non-ironic usage of the phrase opened up a can of whup-ass? Even with its flaws, NO FLESH SHALL BE SPARED trumps pretty much every summer action movie released over the past few years in terms of providing muscular, rambunctious fun. A peek into a lesser-explored dimension of the zombie mythos is always welcome, and if you perhaps know of any real fourteen-year-old-boys that you d like to see put down the game controller and dig into an actual book, buy them NO FLESH SHALL BE SPARED now and thank FANGORIA later. --Trevor Parker, Fangoria Magazine

This book is f*ing amazing. If you re into zombies or you re just into suspense, good novels, whatever, you need to give it a peek... great book. Man, talk about coming out of the gate strong. This book is blowing me away.
Mitchell Boone, excerpt from Boone Brothers podcast.
Just when I thought no writer could tell an engaging story within the done-to-death zombie genre, along comes Carnell with a sledgehammer tale of the living dead. Like Lindqvist s HANDLING THE DEAD, NO FLESH SHALL BE SPARED is a unique, refreshing take on the undead mythos. Imagine if Martin Scorsese took over the Ultimate Fighting cartels in a world gone mad. Carnell has delivered a devastating debut novel. Philip Nutman (multiple award-nominated author of Wet Work) --Philip Nutman

No one has done more for legitimizing the beauty of the horror genre than Carnell. --Clive Barker

Carnell writes with the raw sense memory of a battered child and the brute muscularity of a bouncer in a bar fight. His debut novel NO FLESH SHALL BE SPARED is scarred, scary, deeply disturbed, and worth every bloody minute of it. You have to read this book. You might need therapy later.
--Craig Spector dubs Carnell's NO FLESH SHALL BE SPARED the first novel in the new subgenre Horraction.-- --Craig Spector, author: Underground, To Bury The Dead; (with John Skipp) Animals, The Light At The End

What happens when the inevitable zombie apocalypse finally does arrive? Does the world bow down to the masses of shambling dead? Do we run out with flame-throwers and chainsaw-bladed weed-whackers to take care of the undead horde? Well, according to Carnell, we do to them what we do to every other annoying person in the world: We put them on television for our entertainment. In this version, though, instead of putting nine of them in a single apartment for hilarity and hijinx, they're thrown into the brutal world of zombie pit fighting. Against live people.
NO FLESH SHALL BE SPARED is an impressive debut novel from Carnell that shows surprising depth and character development. He also shows the ability to repulse and fascinate in the same keystroke. The first chapter, Motherhood, which takes place before the whole world has gone to hell in a handbasket, is a slice of the final day of a drug-addled woman who accidentally kills her newborn baby by smothering it with her boobs while absent-mindedly trying to breastfeed it. Of course, being that it's the zombie apocalypse, the baby comes back to "life"; and bites the woman's nipple off and promptly kills her. That pretty much sets the tone here: grim, gritty, and graphic.
NO FLESH SHALL BE SPARED is really the story of Cleese, a tough-talking guy who has a knack for kicking the holy hell out of the undead. Spotted by a producer, Cleese is recruited for the zombie pit fights. He gets paired up with a pit veteran, Monk, who proceeds to refine his barbaric style and teach him how to not only destroy zombies, but also to entertain the crowds. Really, the zombies are background, incidental to the general plot of human interaction and what we turn into when things really go to pot.
Carnell has an interesting writing style, one part Lansdale, one part King, with just a splash of Dashiell Hammett thrown in for good measure. His chapters flow nicely and build in all the right places. As far as tension, his plot moves at a pace that varies from slow and plodding to butt-puckeringly tense in just the space of a few pages. While the slow bits could be trimmed without losing anything, the other parts are necessary, if for no other reason than to see how tightly the reader can grip the cover.
While this may be the debut novel of Carnell, this certainly isn't his first rodeo. He functions as the head writer for Carpe Noctem magazine and is a contributing writer for both Dread Central and Fangoria. With this new step in the literary world, one can only imagine what will come next from him. If he improves with his next book, Carnell will be a literary force to be reckoned with. --Scott A. Johnson, Dread Central

--Scott A. Johnson, Dread Central

--Scott A. Johnson, Dread Central

About the Author

Carnell, genre journalist and three-time International Horror Guild Award Nominee, has taken the zombie mythos one step further by combining it with mixed martial arts death matches.
Carnell's unique background as a funeral arranger and embalmer gives the book realistic imagery few other writers have achieved in the horror genre, with a writing style that is reminiscent of the easy, colloquial language of Joe R. Lansdale and the heat-of-battle immediacy of Robert E. Howard.