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Review for Afterlife Investigations #1: Asylum

Review for Afterlife Investigations #1: Asylum

Asylum (Afterlife Investigations, #1), Ambrose Ibsen, Horror, Asylum, Ghosts, Silhouette, Dark “”The dead,” she replied, her voice a breathy whisper. “If you sit and listen sometimes, you can hear the voices of the dead. They rise up from all around us, from cracks in the earth. That’s how the dead tell you their secrets.”

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Teaser Tuesday ~ Project Z: Attack of the Zombie Zing

Teaser Tuesday ~ Project Z: Attack of the Zombie Zing

The Attack of the Zombie Zing, Cancer, Project Z, Tommy Greenwald, Blue, Jellybeans, 3D Glasses, Cinema, Yellow letters, zombies, friendship, military, multiple POV, humour, funny,
I picked a random page and that was page 14 and part of page 15.

Mrs. Frawley, who was observing this whole conversation, leaned over. “Can I give you kids one word of advice?” she asked?
We both nodded.
“Cupcakes,” said Mrs. Frawley, very seriously.
When you said one word, you meant one word, Sarah Anne said.
Mrs. Frawley chuckled. “Well, here’s a second word for you: chocolate cupcakes.”
“What about them?” I asked.
“Nothing cuts through tension like baked goods,” she said, extremely seriously. “If things get tense and it’s like the party’s going south, break out the chocolate cupcakes. Works every time.”

First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Dead (A Lot)

First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Dead (A Lot)

Dead [a Lot], Howard Odentz, Doll, Creepy, Dark, Scars, Zombies, Horror
No one knows what’s going to happen. That’s the way that life works. We’re born, we live, we die, and in between a whole lot of stuff goes down that we can never guess. Not in a million years.
Take me, for example. I never knew my world was going to end. I never thought about it.

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Project Z: A Zombie Ate My Homework

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Project Z: A Zombie Ate My Homework

Project Z, A Zombie Ate My Homework, Zombies, Humour, Children's Books
“I can’t talk about my family,” I explained to everyone at the table. “It’s too risky.”
“Wait a sec, they’re really spies?” Kiki exclaimed. “That is so cool! So, is, like Ombee a fake name, to throw people off?”
“Something like that,” I said.
“Holy Smokes,” said the kid with the backward hat. “Tell us everything.”
I smiled but shook my head. “I really can’t talk about it.”