Learn from yesterday, live for today, and hope for tomorrow. -Albert Einstein
ARTHUR M WYATT
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The Many Lives of Caroline
A Multiverse Novel
Caroline, a single, unhappy accountant with a tendency to drown her sorrows in wine, would soon find out there were many different paths her life could have taken. She will be forced to live out each one. Regardless of how painful it is, she will have to deal with the decisions made and the lives lost. What starts merely as dreams she can barely remember, swiftly becomes a nightmare. The line between reality and the dream world begins to blur. Eventually she realizes she will have to take drastic measures to bring this nightmare to an end...
Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes. - Walt-Whitman
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Friday, May 26, 2017(Review by paul loh)
The Demon Dead: Troubled Waters
Let me start by telling you that this book is the sequel to The Demon Dead: Tres Zombies, which is my favorite zombie book of all time. Then let me add, this book is my new favorite. Arthur M. Wyatt is a master story teller. Both books are deeply involved with what happens to the spirits of the people once the person has become a zombie. Any fans of my own work will understand why that would be so fascinating to me. That's exactly what my books are about!
Troubled Waters continues the story from Tres Zombies exactly where we left off. The protagonists can never seem to catch a break. In the first book, there were several interactions between our heroes and various people and zombies. As we go through this narrative, we re-visit all of them and see how their stories turned out. It gives a delicious, often depressing finality to their stories. But that's not even my favorite part of this book.
Without giving too much away, I will tell you that at several points in the story, we will be given the backstory to a zombie that has just attacked our heroes. These poignant and touching vignettes add a richness and depth of character rarely seen in zombie stories. I actually care about the zombie who just got his head blown off because he was trying to eat my hero. That is my favorite part about this book. I cried so many times throughout reading it.
Do yourselves a favor and pick this one up. I know that a lot of people think that the zombie genre is tapped out, but there are so many unexplored avenues of story possibilities and Arthur M. Wyatt is a pioneer in the field of spiritual zombie stories. Brian Keene, David Wellington, and I can only watch as he forges new ground.
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The End A short story by: Arthur M Wyatt
The winds came. Howling, hot, dry and foreboding.
The sun completely obliterated
Even though it was midday, the sun only gave off a dark, gray, heavy light that smothered everything.
This must be what the last dinosaurs felt like, Rob thought.
He hunkered down in his shelter beneath the highway overpass. The storm raged around him.
Dry, acrid, ash laden air burned his lungs. He pulled his shirt over his nose and breathed deeply.
Damn, he thought, I smell like roadkill.
Somehow Rob thought the end would be different. He never dreamed he would be alone in a wasteland devoid of, as far as he knew, life of any kind.
He had imagined himself an old man surrounded by family in his last days. His children or maybe even grandchildren gathered 'round. He never thought he would die like this.
Rob had wanted to have a family eventually, but now, he was glad he had not married and had children. He would, by this time, have already watched them die and buried them under a sunless sky.
But still, at barely thirty years old he had imagined a far different ending to his life.
Rob thought back to listening to his father’s old vinyl records when he was young. The lyrics from an old Doors song came to mind.
“My only friend, The End…” Rob sang softly then laughed.
They could have written those lyrics just for me, he thought.
His many months of wandering the land alone in his struggle to survive finally coming to an end.
The air he breathed no longer held enough oxygen to sustain him. He lay on the cold concrete for hours gasping for air. Knowing the time was near.
As he lay taking his last breath, his mind once again returned to his childhood. A time when he would sit listening to the music, and, as if in a trance, watch the vinyl record turn round and round.
My only friend, The End…