Des Parker

Lord of the Zombies: Apocalypse (eBook, ePUB)

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

Simon is 40, single, and sits low on the ladder of life. When an energy wave from space wreaks havoc upon the earth, Simon will need to turn from ordinary to extraordinary in a hurry.

Rendered impervious to attack, Simon seeks out other survivors. Aside from the zombies, vampires, and werewolves stalking humanity, Simon has one huge problem: his best friend Nick is assembling an undead army to hunt him down.

Along with fellow survivors, a woman with trust issues, a porn star with a tank, and a psychotic zombie-killing duck, Simon must fight off the horrifying Lord of the Zombies.

Can this nobody stave off the apocalypse and save the remnants of humanity?

Lord of the Zombies: Apocalypse is a hilariously gruesome spin on the zombie apocalypse genre. If you like Shaun of the Dead, classic science fiction, and deranged goats, then you'll love the first instalment in the Lord of the Zombies trilogy.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Des Parker
• Erscheinungstermin: 21. Dezember 2023
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9798227926760
• Artikelnr.: 72382945

Autorenporträt

Des Parker is an Australian author who writes satiric and humorous novels

He is older than ten but won't admit it, because growing up is no fun. He used to work for the government, which explains why he writes comedy.

This also explains why his head is always somewhere else, which if you think about it, is about right for someone whose first books were about zombies, where missing body parts are par for the course.

He is married and has been for some time, he loves gadgets, classic cars, airships, old style sf tv shows, hovercraft, birds and fountain pens.

He lives by the bay, has an old piano he is still learning to play, an electric guitar that he can't yet play, but makes him look like an old rocker who has never done anywhere near enough drugs to be interesting.

He has a collection of small toys that don't fit on his desk, a collection of books that don't fit in his bookcases, a collection of junk that doesn't fit in his shed and a pile in the corner which he is sure occasionally breathes...