Liam Reviews “Plow the Bones”

Sometimes before, after, or during reviews of books I scribble my thoughts down on pieces of paper or make a tweet about a book. Usually this notation is just some random interesting fact that I wanted to specifically point out at the time and catalogue, whether or not I come back to this in the review isn’t always the case. However, for the review of Plow the Bones, I want to come back to a tweet I posted:  “I was amazed at the continuous style and flow of the shorts within this novelized collection. While each piece is a wholly individual short story, it felt on some mysterious level as if they had always been intended to be published as one unique and brilliant collection.”

From the very first short, “Behindeye: A History”, to the sensory conclusion of artificial sentience, “Across the Dead Station Desert, Television Girl”, there lies a fine invisible filament, an inconspicuous strand, a fishing line woven through the very skin of Plow the Bones, that while it might not have been intentional at the time, this inconspicuous thread connects each and every short. By voice, style, pace, insanity, creativity, and brilliance, Plow the Bones was meant to be a collection of shorts. They all fit so seamlessly together it is astonishing, and yet somehow each one of them is so uniquely different.

Here I would normally go into dishing out fragment descriptions, teasers, and
review thoughts on each and every short within this collection, but I’m not
going to do that. WHY NOT? Well, because in all honesty, Apex Publication should
make each of these shorts available online in eFormat for $1.99, and after you
buy one or two of them, you are going to smack yourself in the head for not
purchasing the whole book in the first place.

 
So, let’s hit on a few of the absolutely fantastic shorts in Plow the Bones:

“Come to My Arms, My Beamish Boy” is one of the best fucking shorts I’ve ever
read! Sorry for the expletive but in certain instances, like in this case, it
is deemed necessary. No ifs, ands, or buts, this short will tear you apart.
Cotton, is an old man with Alzheimer’s, and is slowly having his life and memory
ripped from his outstretched fingertips. In the end, there is but a single
exclamation point he hopes to recall before his light is extinguished. Simply
put, this is a million dollars short and I can’t urge you enough to just read
this one if anything else. I’ve shoved the book under my wife’s nose and yelled at
her, “Read this, just this one, pleaseeeee. YOU WILL LOVE IT.” Yes, it works.

“Old Roses” – I’m not sure why I liked this one so much, but I did, something in
the undertone-currents of the story, about whether to believe the main
character’s father’s autobiography or not. Old Roses is captivating and has
intrigued me, I just wish we knew just a little bit more about some of the other
characters in this, but the lack of certain details is most probably
intentional to allow the reader their own interpretations.

I’m also adding, “I Inhale the City, the City Exhales Me”, to this group. I
liked it before and I still enjoyed it the second time around, it is a very
refreshing read, I also find it a little less dark and slightly more
entertaining than some of the other pieces in this collection. Also, I would be
interested in knowing the timeframe in which some of these were written, because I feel
the location/setting and design of this short had a correlating connection
directly with “The Itaewon Eschatology Show”, more strongly felt than with any
of the others.

Now for my least favorite, which was “Funeral Song for a Ventriloquist”,
expectations play a huge role for me when grading books and stories. The
potential in this one, simply by title alone, with this story is gigantic and I
wish the premise would have went in a few other directions than the path it
inevitably angled down. “Funeral Song for a Ventriloquist” isn’t the first I’ve
encountered that raises my hopes to unattainable peaks and it won’t be the last.

Another note worth mentioning is I think Mr. Warrick might have missed his
calling as a professional torturer, the first paragraph of Zen and the Art of
Gordan Dracht’s Damnation is something else entirely. I really hope when we all
die, that if we are to be judged for our sins, whoever is delving out the
punishment hasn’t read Plow the Bones or we are in for some serious trouble.

My quest to familiarization with Plow the Bones by Douglas F. Warrick started
with, “I Inhale the City, and the City Exhales Me” in the Dark Faith:
Invocations anthology, then turned into an author interview, and finally a
read/review of the aforementioned book. The path this has led me on was
something of a dark and emotion-filled trail of self-enlightenment. During points
in certain stories I found myself questioning abstract ideas, viewing
engagements and life choices differently, bathing with turmoil in emotions of
horror, curiosity, and sorrow. Books leave bits and pieces of themselves inside
you, like black grit beneath your fingernails you can’t scrub away. Plow the
Bones was more akin to a thin sliver of glass then dirt beneath the nails, it
was a shard that sliced and embedded a piece of itself in my head where it will
forever rest. 9 out of 10 Liams for Plow the Bones and this is one I will
proudly rest ownership on, in my bookshelf and memory.

Thanks as always to the fantastic folks at Apex Publications for this review copy.

Broken Chalice

A broken chalice weeps colorless liquid from cracked lips.
It drips down the rusted stem and dissolves into the ground below.

The chalice, heart. The liquid, pain.
The stem, body, and ground.

The pitcher pours and pours, a never ending stream.
The delivery is tilted, increasing the flow.

The pitcher, tool. The stream, discontent.
The delivery, raised hand. The flow, anger.

The chalice is caving, splintering in half.
The tide is overflowing, and everything erupts.

Hands, fists, arms, legs, feet, spit, teeth, hair, screams, and curses all tangled and entwined.
Stillness, reflection, a bright blue lake on a breeze-less perfect day, pensive for hours.
Days pass, bit by bit, the pitcher slowly refills the broken chalice.

Insane Lines

Sharpened quill dipped in blood, from a rotten chest.
Flayed and splayed, an open-shattered ribcage, bone white, stark white, so very, very white.
What pretty crimson contrast this new ink scrawls, scribbles, scratches on the walls.
Insane Lines, thrown up with giddy glee, its not enough, more, more paint please.
wet, cold, sticky, and crusty-rust staining, the joys of finger painting all these insane lines.
Press, touch, feel the puss infected mess, the empty cavities, cratered eye-less pits.
Devoid of their comforting orbs, trail down farther, the gaping rictus maw.
Bottom half jaw, severed clear off by a jagged, old saw.
Neck is snapped, permanently bent at a crooked, tortured angle.
Still the blood-soaked, bony fingers trace Insane Lines all across the walls.
Tormented visions of Insane Lines, all this from a pair of blind eyes.

Liam Reviews “Wounded Prey”

Wounded Prey by Sean Lynch is an upcoming book from Exhibit A, a crime-publishing imprint of Angry Robot, and I can already tell you it is going to draw a lot of comparisons to other great crime stories.  It’s already been noted as a mix between No Country for Old Men and Silence of the Lambs. I’ve debated over and over again about throwing out my own comparisons of the villain, Vernon Slocum, to that of so many other diabolical characters and I just can’t do it. Why? Because those characters are fictional and somewhere there once existed a man known as Vernon Slocum, there can be no other sufficient explanation for how mind-blowing the portrayal for this character was. For me, Vernon Slocum was a showstopper, evil and blood-crazed as this former insane marine was, I couldn’t help but become sickly fascinated when quivering behind closed doors and trying not to urinate myself as his parts neared.

For my first read from Exhibit A, Wounded Prey met and exceeded all my expectations. Sean Lynch dishes out what I like to consider a “complete novel” filled with:  stellar characters, an engaging plot, captivating and also humorous writing at times, and most importantly, realism. I’ve already made a few notes during the read about how I loved the brutally realistic fighting. When a huge man with military combat training throws some hefty punches around it doesn’t take long for him to dish out serious damage.  I tend to get sick of imitation style wrestling fight depictions of these superhuman hulks absorbing so much damage there is no way they should still be standing, let alone still alive and conscious. Every action by these former soldiers has been programmed and drilled by instinct to be quick and deadly efficient, and Lynch gives us just that. Vernon Slocum doesn’t pull many punches, when he wants somebody dead, he will kill them anyway he can.

Realizing I haven’t told you anything about the actual story inside Wounded Prey, here it is:   “It’s time to finish what he started…”

A young girl is snatched in broad daylight from outside her school and later found brutally murdered and hanging from a tree.

When recently retired San Francisco Police Inspector, Bob Farrell, sees this on the news, he realizes his worst nightmare has just come true. The same brutal killer a government agency stopped him from putting away twenty years before is once more on the loose.

As the killer wreaks a trail of blood and destruction across North America, Bob Farrell teams up with rookie cop Kevin Kearns and sets out to track down their lethal prey.

But Farrell & Kearns are not playing by the rules any more than the killer is, and soon the FBI have all of them in their sights…

If this sounds to you like a harsh, disturbing, exciting, brilliant, amazing, violent, sick, and drug-infused wreck coming to a head-on collision with a lot of unique investigation techniques (You might want to think twice about giving Farrell your business card), enjoyable characters, and killing – then you assumed correctly.

The road Deputy Kevin Kearns and former inspector Bob Farrell take is one of the vigilante and they are damn good at it. By the time the novel ends I’m not sure whose bad side I would rather be on; that of the Farrell and Kearns duo or the unstoppable Slocum.

Reading Wounded Prey for me was like living in the shadows of Vernon Slocum and  crawling my way through the jungles of Vietnam, praying I would make it out alive, watching as the big man slaughtered innocents and combatants alike. In case you can’t tell, I’m still in awe at what a presence Lynch has given Slocum and I can’t imagine any another character trying to enact Slocum’s perverse role. I’m sure there  will be more Farrell and Kearns quests which I will be thrilled to read, but those who try and step up to fill Slocum’s shoes have a mighty big challenge ahead of them. 9 out of 10 Liams for Wounded Prey by Sean Lynch, I almost wish the hunt had never ended.

 

Douglas F. Warrick Interview

A few months ago I had the privilege of reviewing Apex Publications’ fantastic anthology, Dark Faith: Invocations. One of the short stories in it was “I Inhale the City, The City Exhales Me” by an author I knew very little about at the time, Douglas F. Warrick.  I reviewed his short by describing it as: “…like watching the creation of a deranged anime cartoon come to life. Not normally my thing, but this short rocked and sums up my entire opinion of Dark Faith: Invocation. 5 out of 5 stars.” So what is the point of telling you all this? Oh yea, that’s right, I have that exact same author, Mr. Warrick, here today for a few interview questions. He also has a brand new collection of shorts, Plow the Bones, coming out soon which I will be reviewing.  Hopefully we can stir up some more deranged and fantastical creations, peaking your interests in the works of the writer that is Douglas F. Warrick.

Q: I noticed through social media that you have an affinity for tattoos, which I think is extremely awesome. Do these in anyway cross-over with any of your stories?

I do love getting tattooed.  No matter how much it hurts (and it frequently hurts a great deal, especially on the chest, which is where I’ve gotten my newest one; don’t listen to people who tell you “It didn’t hurt that much,” those people are liars).  I get tattoos for the same reason that I go to the gym.  I have an aesthetic goal I want to reach.  This goal is entirely personal, it doesn’t depend upon whether or not other people find the aesthetic compelling or repulsive.  I just know what I want to see when I look in the mirror.  In that sense, I have a certain amount of leverage over my body.  I can work toward sculpting the shape of it, and I can pay to have it decorated, and then I feel like it’s all mine.  I wonder how many people feel a sense of ownership over their body.  I don’t think any of my tattoos have a particular connection to my stories, though.  I’d love to write something about tattoos at some point, if I can find the right idea.

 Q: If you could sum up your upcoming book Plow the Bones, in just a few sentences to a complete stranger looking to buy the book, what would they be?

 Reading Plow the Bones is like walking through the world’s most melancholy freakshow tent.  If in your secret heart of hearts, you’ve always wanted to read about a punk band made of living clay or a girl whose happiest moment occurs when her head catches on fire, the purchase of this book will fulfill a lifelong dream for you.

 Q: What is it like being an author for Apex Publications?

 Heaven.  I couldn’t ask for a nicer group of people to work with.  Jason Sizemore, Janet Harriett, and Lesley Conner have split their time between promoting the hell out of the thing and coaching me through my frequent bouts of nervous hyperventilation in the lead-up to its publication.  I made my very first short story sale to Apex Digest back in 2006, so Apex feels a little like home to me.  There’s a nice bit of nostalgic symmetry at play.

Q: I have a great fondness for short stories that knock the wind from my lungs and leave me gasping for air. Am I going to suffocate reading Plow the Bones, and do you have a personal favorite within this collection?

 I can’t provide any guarantee that anybody will asphyxiate whilst reading Plow the Bones, unless they’re using it in terribly unorthodox ways.  Don’t try to swallow it or press it firmly against your trachea or read it with a plastic bag over your head.  I can’t afford the legal fees.  But yeah, I hope people are impressed with it.  I hope it breaks their hearts.  I hope it makes people want to write stories.  I think it will.  I’m very proud of this book.  As for favorites, that’s tough.  I think the story I’m most proud of in this collection is “Inhuman Zones: An Oral History of Jan Landau’s Golem Band.”  That was so much fun to write, and it’s the story about which I most often daydream.  It’s a story about live music and local bands and magic and isolation.

Q: I’ve read lots of anthologies and hundreds of short stories, however, I don’t think I have read an entire collection by one author in a single book in a long time. This fact that you have your collection of shorts getting published in a single book speaks volumes for your ability and talent as an author. I would love to hear your input on this?

I love single-author collections.  One of the reasons I love them so much is that they give the reader a chance to explore the recurring themes in an author’s work, themes of which the writer  him or herself may not even be aware.  And in a collection, that experience is more compressed and more immediate than it would be over the course of several longer works.  Pick up Love Ain’t Nothing but Sex Misspelled by Harlan Ellison or Theatro Grotesquo by Thomas Ligotti or Labyrinths by Jorge Luis Borges.  Each story obviously exists as its own entity, but over and over again, those authors tell us what scares them, what compels them, what angers them, what turns them on.  For a while after reading those books, the reader adopts those attributes into their own thought processes.  Your friends start to remind you of Ellison’s down-and-outers.  The city you live in starts to feel like one of Ligotti’s paranoid industrial wastelands.  Your dreams feel sexy and full of secret importance, like Borges.  If it is very good, a collection allows a writer to infect a reader.  I don’t know that I’m good enough for all that, but I want very much to be.  I hope that I at least get close.

 Q: Can you tell me a little bit about the inspiration behind your short story “I Inhale the City, The City Exhales Me”  ?

 Osaka is a very cool city.  I wish I could spend more time in it.  Maybe some day I will.  The coolest thing about Osaka is that it’s always awake.  There’s always something going on.  Parts of it (especially the parts about which I write in “I Inhale”) are pretty touristy, but that comes with its own bombastic charm.  I knew I wanted to write a story about it, about how bright and kinetic it is.  About a year after I visited Japan, I had a conversation with a friend of mine about the attitudes American men have about Asian women, and the depictions of women in some Japanese media.  Through the course of that conversation, I was faced with an interesting conflict.  I’m a feminist (or a feminist ally, if you prefer that nomenclature for male feminists, as I know some do), and I find myself angered by systemic misogyny, regardless of the culture from which it stems.  However, I’m also coming at my feminism from a deeply privileged perspective.  I’m a white heterosexual dude, and because of that privilege, the act of passing judgement on a culture to which I don’t belong feels icky.  So on the one hand, I don’t like the way some Japanese media treats women.  On the other hand, I don’t like the some way white westerners marginalize Asian cultures.  I still haven’t resolved that conflict.  But that was the seed for “I Inhale.”

 My last question:  Any particular reason you have been so successful with your short stories?

 Ha-ha.  It’s strange to read a sentence describing me as “successful.”  I don’t think of myself that way.  So thanks for that, it really does mean a lot to me.  In any case, I’m where I am because I work hard, I read a lot, and a lot of people believed in me.  People stuck by me when I was being obstinate or when anxiety turned me into a hermit.  People encouraged me or kicked my ass or waited patiently, and they were able to intuit when to do which.  If I have any success, I have it because of the support of those really great human beings.

 Interested in finding out more about Mr. Warrick ?

Douglas F. Warrick Bio:

Douglas F. Warrick is a writer, a musician, and a world-traveler.  His first published short story appeared in Apex Digest back in 2006.  Since then, Douglas’s work has been published in a variety of periodicals, websites, podcasts, and anthologies, and has grown progressively stranger.  Douglas originally hails from Dayton, Ohio, but his travels have taken him all over Asia.  Douglas has screamed Buzzcocks lyrics with Korean punk rockers in the neon alleys of Seoul, marveled at the oddness of Beijing’s masked opera singers and illusionists, piloted a bicycle through Kyoto on the way to the Golden Temple, broken up a fight between an Australian tourist and a Thai street vendor in Bangkok, and learned that the world is much weirder more wonderful than anything he could fabricate.

Purchase Plow the Bones (You can still get signed copies!) : http://www.apexbookcompany.com/collections/all-books/products/plow-the-bones/

Social Media:

Author Blog: http://www.douglasfwarrick.com/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4027043.Douglas_F_Warrick

Twitter: @douglasfwarrick

Publisher Website: http://www.apexbookcompany.com/

Liam Reviews “The Lives of Tao”

Man, oh, man – where can I get my own Tao? Having a super-wise, ancient alien being sharing my brain would be too, too cool! Ok – maybe I do get the conflicting moral dilemmas that main character Roen Tan struggles with as he wrangles with alien Tao – but still – to have the thoughts, the knowledge, and the memories first hand in your very own brain of many illustrious figures in history like Genghis Khan and the guy who invented Tai Chi – come on – who wouldn’t want that?

In The Lives of Tao, by Wesley Chu, Roen is taken over by a Quasing from the planet Quasar. The Quasings crashed on Earth thousands and thousands of years ago while the dinosaurs still roamed the planet. In order to survive on our planet they needed a host, a warm organic body to protect them – be it a turtle or a human. Throughout the years, the Quasings split into two warring factions, the Prophus and the Genjix. Tao represents the good-guy Prophus who respect humans, while the Genjix see humans only as tools or pawns in their attempts to crush the Prophus, conquer all the humans and ultimately return to their planet.

After high level operative Tao’s host sacrifices himself for Tao, Tao is forced to find a new host immediately to survive. He finds a most unsuitable host in overweight and out-of-shape Roen Tan. Tao and his associates must whip Roen into shape if there is any hope of surviving the fight against the Genjix.

It’s thoroughly entertaining following Roen & Tao as their symbiotic relationship is tested to the limits. Will Roen adapt to and adopt his new partner or will he reject Tao, forcing Tao to live out a mundane existence? Once a Quasing adopts a new host, they can’t choose another until their current host dies or gets killed; quite the dilemma for them both.

Chu does a clever job of intertwining world history and historical events and figures with the war that has been raging between the two alien factions for centuries. In Tao’s version of human history, every fact of human existence was manipulated by either the Prophus or the Genjix in their battles for dominance. Each side consistently conspired to plot and manipulate humans and Quasing alike.

The Lives of Tao is full of fast-paced action, chase scenes, and plenty of hand-to-hand battles to keep you on edge. I could certainly imagine many of these scenes on the screen. I also enjoyed Chu’s choice of the everyday and average man, Roen, as alien Tao’s eventual choice as a new host. It’s always fun to watch the marshmallowy guy get ripped and ready to rumble! We love to root for the underdog and see him win, even if it is a little rocky along the way.

The Lives of Tao is a fun, exciting, alien, sci-fi romp through history and espionage. Tao has had way too many lives to meet them all, but you should be sure to give it a shot by reading this book! 9 out of 10 Liams

Christian Schoon Interview

Coming May 7, 2013 (US/Canada) – May 2, 2013 (UK)
From Strange Chemistry/Angry Robot Books
Distributed in U.S./Canada by Random House

I’ve been given the pleasure of asking Christian Schoon a few questions, and while doing some research on his background, I’ve come to a conclusion that he is the proverbial jack of all trades. His first young adult novel, Zenn Scarlett is being published by the wildly popular YA publisher, Strange Chemistry. The cover is simply breath taking, I’ve caught myself staring at it in awe multiple times. Mr. Schoon has also as per his webpage bio has: “Acted, toured with a theatre group, sang lead, played bass, and/or wrote lyrics for a number of rock bands, shingled roofs, sold Halloween costumes, wrote for a med school paper…”  and too much more to list. So this leads to my first question.

Q: Is there anything you can’t do?

 Of the one or two things I can’t do (my wife is totally ROFL right now) something I’d LIKE to be able to do is rope, as in: handle a lasso. No, really. This would be useful. We foster horses here on our farm. Most of them come from abuse or neglect situations and a few of them are too wary of humans to be able to put a halter on them or even get close enough to work on their feet if hooves need trimming, etc. In these cases, being able to accurately toss a lariat around a reluctant horse’s neck would be handy. I’ve played around with lariats a little, but when I see someone who can snare a galloping horse, while he or she is also riding a moving horse, I’m filled with deep wonder and admiration. And, around here, it’s not just horses that occasionally need catching. One of the shelters we volunteer with had an emu hop the fence and take off cross-country. I coulda been a ropin’ hero that day.

  Q: I’ve been peeking at the upcoming release of Zenn Scarlett for a while now, the scope of the story sounds very daunting. Are you sure you can cover everything in one book while giving justice to this fresh world you are creating?

Turns out I don’t have to cover all my exoveterinarian bases with one book – the sequel is mostly finished and is due out in about a year. That being said, I do cover a lot of ground in the initial novel. Hopefully, I did my authorial job of fleshing out all the character, creature, cultural and planetary fine-grain detail. Guess you and other readers will let me know how I did.

 Q: I’m curious what difficulties you had writing Zenn Scarlett as the main character is a young female and if you had any problems relating with her emotions or connecting to her since you are a male? Also, I’ve noticed a lot of  male authors recently have strong female leads:  Chuck Wendig – Miriam Black, Jonathan Howard – Katya, and yourself included. Do you have any thoughts on this?

 Great question. I’ve actually had feedback from several early reviewers on this, and they were kind enough/perceptive enough (please choose one) to say I’d done a pretty fair job of nailing this particular element of the story. My friends would say this is due to my never having grown up (or even getting very close). I suspect that’s a big part of it. Also, one of the real-world role models for Zenn is our local veterinarian, who is female, but who also preserves a marvelous eternally-youthful aspect to her own personality as far as her enthusiasm, empathy and fearlessness when it comes to working with animals from tiny kittens to 450-pound black bears or 10-foot alligators. As for the prevalence of strong female characters recently, I’m not really sure of the root cause. For me, as mentioned, it just seemed natural to have my protagonist be a 17-year-old girl; the majority of small-animal vets are female, too. But I’ll go out on a limb and venture that Sigourney Weaver’s breakout role as the kick-ass female xenomorph-slayer in the first Alien film back in ‘79 planted a sort of cultural guidepost that may have had some influence, at least in my SF genre.

 Q: Young Adult fiction seems to be all the rage lately and Strange Chemistry is an excellent incubator for your book to hatch from.  Did at any point in writing this novel did you consider making this just a regular Science Fiction novel and not YA based or was it strictly YA from the onset?

 It was YA from the very start, and the genesis of the book was about eight years ago, so the YA tsunami was just beginning to build. I think this was largely due to my above mentioned arrested development issues.

Q: I’m always interested in knowing what surprises authors once they realize their book is actually getting published! Anything strike you unawares or was the procedure just another old  form-fitting hat thrown on top of a familiar bald spot for you?

 Hey, who told you about my… oh, metaphor… never mind. When I still lived in Los Angeles, I wrote and sold a number of TV scripts. So, some of the print publishing industry procedures – contracts, feedback from agent/editor, etc. – seemed similar to me. But, on the other hand, the initial agent submission process and then submitting to publishers, was a whole new ball game, so the “waiting for The Call” thing surprised me by being such a nail-biter.

 Q: Looking at your “authorial background story” it says you participate in several awesome local animal welfare groups which I think is fantastic! This obviously connects in a way with Zenn Scarlet and her exoveterinarian training,  but does it also have underlying themes within the book ?

 The main thematic link between my animal rescue/rehab volunteer work and Zenn Scarlett’s story is that humans need to be more respectful and tuned in to meeting the needs and preserving the habitats of the animals with whom we share the planet.

 Q: Do you have any other areas you would like to pursue in writing after the Zenn Scarlet series is complete?

Since I’m currently working on the sequel, I’m still pretty well immersed in Zenn’s world and not thinking very far beyond it. But I really enjoy steampunk and have some ideas about something that might be sorta fun to pursue in that realm. I’ll drop in here and let you know if that particular dirigizepp ever gets airborne…

Tons of thanks to Christian Schoon and the folks at Strange Chemistry for allowing me to be about of this blog tour. Need more from Mr. Schoon?

Christian Schoon Bio:

Born in the American Midwest, Christian started his writing career in earnest as an in-house writer at the Walt Disney Company in Burbank, California. He then became a freelance writer working for various film, home video and animation studios in Los Angeles. After moving from LA to a farmstead in Iowa several years ago, he continues to freelance and also now helps re-hab wildlife and foster abused/neglected horses.  He acquired his amateur-vet knowledge, and much of his inspiration for the Zenn Scarlett series of novels, as he learned about – and received an education from – these remarkable animals.

Pre-Order Zenn Scarlett on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Zenn-Scarlett-Christian-Schoon/dp/1908844558

Find Christian at:

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16071885-zenn-scarlett

Author blog: christianschoon.com

Twitter: @cjschoon

Publisher’s website: http://strangechemistrybooks.com/our-authors/christian-schoon/