Title: Tomorrow Wendell
Author: R.M. Ridley
Published:June 28th 2014
Published by: Xchyler Publishing
Author: R.M. Ridley
Published:June 28th 2014
Published by: Xchyler Publishing
Synopsis
When predictions tell Wendell Courtney he’s going to die, he turns to the one man he hopes can help. Jonathan Alvey’s no stranger to the strange. But, unlike the private investigator’s run-of-the-mill zombie cases, he can find no trace of magic around Wendell, and no hint of an adversary. Alvey certainly has magic and wits enough to solve the mystery, but is his offering to the insatiable dragon black sufficient? Or is Wendell truly destined to die?
Excerpt
The two silent zombies came towards him in a flanking maneuver. They didn’t moan, shuffle, or lurch as popular media often portrayed; the corpses came at him like heartburn after bad Mexican food.
Jonathan tossed the glass of bourbon at the zombie on his left as he dodged the wide swing of its hairy-knuckled fist. He kicked his chair out at the one on his right, scooped his Beretta out from the top drawer, and vaulted onto his desktop. An avalanche of books tumbled onto the floor.
He took less than a second to aim the nine-millimeter before taking the shot. Shooting zombies is considered ineffectual at best. They felt no pain, were animated with spells, and also, already quite dead. But that didn’t mean a firearm couldn’t be put to use against them.
The key was to target the appropriate body parts.
The report of the gun in the small room was thunderous and followed by shrill screams from the front office. Jonathan dropped the Beretta; he wouldn’t get much use of it again in such a fight.
He slid off the front of his desk and ran headlong at the zombie in his doorway.
Hitting the body felt like tackling a hanging side of beef, but it did move, which is what Jonathan needed. The corpse toppled back and to the right, as its bullet-shattered kneecap gave way.
Jonathan scrambled over the chest of the creature and couldn’t resist giving it a kick to the head.
Meet the Author:
When predictions tell Wendell Courtney he’s going to die, he turns to the one man he hopes can help. Jonathan Alvey’s no stranger to the strange. But, unlike the private investigator’s run-of-the-mill zombie cases, he can find no trace of magic around Wendell, and no hint of an adversary. Alvey certainly has magic and wits enough to solve the mystery, but is his offering to the insatiable dragon black sufficient? Or is Wendell truly destined to die?
Excerpt
The two silent zombies came towards him in a flanking maneuver. They didn’t moan, shuffle, or lurch as popular media often portrayed; the corpses came at him like heartburn after bad Mexican food.
Jonathan tossed the glass of bourbon at the zombie on his left as he dodged the wide swing of its hairy-knuckled fist. He kicked his chair out at the one on his right, scooped his Beretta out from the top drawer, and vaulted onto his desktop. An avalanche of books tumbled onto the floor.
He took less than a second to aim the nine-millimeter before taking the shot. Shooting zombies is considered ineffectual at best. They felt no pain, were animated with spells, and also, already quite dead. But that didn’t mean a firearm couldn’t be put to use against them.
The key was to target the appropriate body parts.
The report of the gun in the small room was thunderous and followed by shrill screams from the front office. Jonathan dropped the Beretta; he wouldn’t get much use of it again in such a fight.
He slid off the front of his desk and ran headlong at the zombie in his doorway.
Hitting the body felt like tackling a hanging side of beef, but it did move, which is what Jonathan needed. The corpse toppled back and to the right, as its bullet-shattered kneecap gave way.
Jonathan scrambled over the chest of the creature and couldn’t resist giving it a kick to the head.
Meet the Author:
R. M. Ridley lives with his wife on a small homestead in Canada, raising chickens and sheep. He has been writing stories, both long and short, for three decades, the themes of which range from the gruesome to the fantastical. As an individual who suffers from severe Bi-polar disorder, R. M. Ridley is a strong believer in being open about mental health issues and uses his writing to escape, when his thoughts become too wild.
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My Review:
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My Review:
Wow! This book is a mix of genres...a dark seedy private eye story ( I envisaged a little bit of the Maltese Falcon with Humphrey Bogart), then add a darker version of Harry Potter with magic and mystery followed by a domesticated version of the Walking Dead - where the Zombies act as henchmen debt collectors.I had no idea what type of adventure I was getting into with this book, but O.M.G Mr Ridley has an extremely amazing imagination.
Wendell receives a prediction that can only be interpreted as his imminent death...After sheepishly approaching the police with his concerns that someone was out to kill him, he is redirected to Jonathan Alvey who's expertise is in all that is metaphysical, mysterious and unexplainable.
Jonathan has taken it upon himself to clean up this town of those who abuse magic for their own gain. When Wendell approaches him with his plight he knows this is just the job for him.
Racking his brain for all the possible causes of this threat on Wendell's life, Jonathan often hits a brick wall. But defeat is definitely not in his vocabulary and he soldiers on to the very end of this story determined to break the supposed prediction and allow Wendell to live a long a fruitful life.
Mr Ridley has written so vividly that I almost believe that the magic in this story could be very real. A fantastic fast paced story that will intrigued any reader who decides to read it!
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