Here's a little excerpt:
As he walked down the street with Mama
Hoya, Jack couldn’t help thinking about Brianna. He’d remembered
her, but nothing specific, like, had they made love? She’d invited
him to stay at her apartment, but maybe she was counting on him
sleeping in the guest room. He could recall her apartment, but for
some reason, only the living room. Had he even been in her bedroom?
By the time they got to the bus
station, several ways of casually asking her if they’d slept
together had crossed his mind. “Did the earth move for you when we
made love?” No, that sucked. How about, “Do you feel the same
about me as when we first made love?” Even worse. The only way to
ask was straight out: “Did we ever make love?” and it would be
embarrassing to both of them no matter how he phrased it.
When they got their tickets and
climbed on board the uptown bus he’d decided that the less he said,
the better off he’d be. He’d let Brianna take the initiative.
Another, more sobering thought crossed his mind. If he really was
dead, would Brianna ever want to sleep with him? Would anyone? Would
it be …What was that word described to making love to dead people?
Necro-something-other? Necro-romance?
His stomach lurched at the thought.
No. It wouldn’t be the same at all. He might be technically dead—
but he felt alive. All right. He didn’t have a heartbeat. But his
skin was warm. According to the journal, his body burned food as
fuel. Most everything functioned as it used to. But with a strong
spell, not with … his thoughts were interrupted by Mamie Hoya’s
words. She leaned forward and took his hands in hers.
“What you got to know, child, is
that the man who made you is your master. You will feel an
irresistible urge to obey him. But you have to fight it. If you
don’t, you’ll become his slave. My guess is he was waiting for
you to be born so he could intercept you at the graveyard. Something
must have gone wrong, and you were left on your own. He’ll be
looking for you. It’s lucky you came to see me. I can help you
resist him.”
“Is all this in the journal?” Jack
asked.
“Oh no. That book was written by a
zombie still very much under the control of his master. They don’t
want their slaves to be free. He’ll be tearing his hair out right
now, mark my words, Jack. When you see him, he’ll try his best to
bend you to his will. And you’ll see—you’ll feel as if you
won’t be able to withstand him. But you have to stand up to him.
The fight won’t last long. Once a zombie defies his master, he’s
free. Remember that. You must not let your spirit be cowed.”
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