Zombies anyone? It’s time for another look at an a new, enticing read!
Asher St Paul thought it was just a typical
zombie apocalypse like in the movies, until the
necromancers crawled out of the woodwork.
Since the undead have chased the living into
hiding, the necromancers are able to roam
freely in a new America of their making. Asher is
seeking safe harbor. The need for safety is what
drove him from his home in Philadelphia
Pennsylvania before it was shelled. He has
searched from quarantine to quarantine, always
finding them overrun with zombies until he
hears of The Refuge, a military compound in
Binghamton New York.
With his family and lover lain to rest by his own
hand, he has nothing left to lose and gives
everything he has to reach the safe haven. But
questions arise when he reaches The Refuge,
mainly, how has he been able to sustain multiple
zombie bites and not change? He thinks he has
found safety in the military compound turned
quarantine, but he was wrong. Even now there
is a necromancer trying to make The Refuge
their kingdom of the dead.
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Author Travis Simmons is with us today with a guest post on his pet peeves, so let’s take a look!
Pet Peeves
I like to rant. People that know me will agree with this. Sometimes I have valid reasons to
rant, other times they are pretty ridiculous reasons to vent. There are things that make my blood
boil, sometimes just at that time, and sometimes they are chronic, reoccurring events where I
have to stand back and remember that jail is a real place, and I don’t want to go there.
To follow is a small list of things that get me fired up for no apparent reason.
Wet Socks – This isn’t like putting on damp socks (which makes me cringe thinking of)
but instead, stepping in water with your socks on. This could be like stepping in a puddle with
your shoes on, and then the water seeps in, or stepping right in a patch of water or drink that
someone didn’t clean up. I am constantly raging at people when they come in from outside
during the winter: “take your shoes off!” Often I have to hop-scotch my way across the dining
room because people will come in, trudge down the hall, or into the bathroom, leaving clumps of
snow along the way (insert angry face here).
Rude Drivers – I am kind of an asshole when I drive, I can’t deny it. I also have some
pretty serious road rage at times. BUT, I must tell everyone that my road rage isn’t unwarranted.
I hate when I am driving along, cruise control set, and some moron pulls out in front of me and
decides he wants to go below the speed limit, or even under what I am going. Most often these
people pull out in front of me, when they don’t have time to speed up enough and I have to slow
down, when there is no one behind me! These people could wait just a few more seconds until I
surge pleasantly past them, but no, they have to be in such a rush to make me slow down. There
have been a couple times that I wait until the very last minute to slow down, getting right on their
bumper and then stomping on the breaks. Sometimes (depending on how black my mood) I will
punctuate this break punching with a long blast form my horn and even a swerve to make them
think I am going to hit them. Several times the person has swerved to the shoulder of the road. I
am not proud of this . . . wait, yea I kind of am!
Talking on the Phone – Now this isn’t really a pet peeve, but I do loath talking on the
phone. Especially if I have nothing to say. Especially if it is a topic I don’t really care about. I
often try to rush people off the phone, just because I really hate talking on the phone. I am not
even sure what it is about talking on the phone I hate. Probably that it is hard to multi-task. You
are expected to respond, and often I draw a blank. I have this issue when someone is talking to
me for a length of time: my mind goes blank, I feel my eyes glaze over, and seriously I will hear
anything other than what they are saying, sometimes I will just hear bzzzzzzzzz. It reminds me of
Charlie Brown when a grownup talks to them and all you hear is noise. Yep, that’s me.
That is really just a small list of pet peeves. What are some of yours? Like I mentioned
above, I love ranting about things, so why don’t you stop by my Facebook page and complain
about our pet peeves together?
Website: http://www.travissimmons.net/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authortravissimmons
Twitter: https://twitter.com/TravisSimmons5
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4342608.Travis_Simmons
I have been writing since I was 14. I began writing a book called “The Calling of the Two” and while
writing that on and off I started uncovering another idea.
“Yes, this is all well and good, but what about before? What happened in the world before these
characters came into it?” I always knew there was a “before” and as I started wondering about it I got
ideas. At first they were little ideas but as I discovered the names for my characters a whole story about
them emerged.
I started working on The Revenant Wyrd Saga several years back and I am very happy I did because
hearing and documenting Jovian and Angelica’s story has been one wild ride.
I live in a remote part of upstate New York and honestly just hoofing around my neck of the woods gives
me a ton of inspiration for my novels. I love research, and I love speculating on different ideas and
theories.
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Travis is the author of The Bonds of
Blood, the first book in his epic
fantasy series The Revenant Wyrd
Saga. He has also written a young
adult novel called A Lament of
Moonlight which is book one of his
pre-apocalypse series The
Harbingers of Light. He is currently
seeking publication for the first book
of a third series, a zombie novel
called Desolation. When he isn’t
writing he is helping his family and
trying to live a normal, under the
radar life. His interests lie in cooking,
gardening, green living, and human
rights advocacy. He is a huge
supporter of the Trevor Project and
all agencies that seek to preserve
natural resources and protect pets
from abuse.
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