'TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE' SCREAM QUEEN DIES AT 65 by Bowie V. Ibarra
The first time I watched 'The Texas Chainsaw Massacre' was at my friends house. Johnny and Jason Flores, two dudes who are like brothers to me, had rented it from Reno Rentals on Getty Street and took it back to watch it one afternoon.
So broad daylight outside, we're watching this movie and are absolutely terrified throughout. There was a level of intensity that never let up in the eyes of our junior high minds.
There reached a boiling point where Sally Hardesty, played by Maryilyn Burns, was captured and forced to break bread with the family of maniacs led by the horror icon Leatherface. The entire time she was at the table she was screaming in terror and mocked by the family.
That's when they brought out their grandfather, who seemed nothing but an exhumed corpse. Grandpa apparently was good at killing cows, and was given the honor to try and kill Sally at the dinner table.
Screaming the entire time and being laughed at by the family, Sally Hardesty endured some of the most grueling torture I had ever seen up to that point in my life.
Me and my friends couldn't take it anymore. We cashed out, as we saw no hope for her. We turned it off.
Years later I would finish the movie, I think with my ex-wife. Lo and behold, when I had turned off the movie years ago, it turns out there were only a few minutes left in the movie.
I don't think I have ever seen a truer and more intense performance in a horror movie than the atmosphere set up by Tobe Hooper and the performance of Marilyn Burns. I told her just that when I met her at the 2013 Texas Frightmare Weekend. I'll never forget how sweet she was, a stark contrast to the terrified Sally Hardesty I will always remember her for.
Thank you, Marilyn, for a performance I will never forget.
BLOODTHIRSTY THURSDAYS FOUNDER SEEKS FUNDS FOR OUTDOOR MOVIE SYSTEM By Bowie V. Ibarra
So, as many of you might already know, Kelly Warren Hammond is one of the movers and shakers of the SATX horror movie scene. He's been collaborating with Alamo Drafthouse Cinema for several years now with his 'Bloodthirsty Thursday' monthly movie program.
But now he's hoping to move out on his own, and he's hatched a plan to make it happen with your help.
Here's the lowdown from the man himself:
*** SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT !!! ***
as most of you know, I am trying to purchase a complete outdoor movie package for $3,200 that ALL OF US to enjoy here in San Antonio!!!
so I have come up with a Raffle Contest in association with MN Oil Paintings!!!
DONATE $20 or $25 to help me reach my goal of that $3,200 purchase price and YOU could win a FREE oil painting by local artist Mike Nesloney of MN OIL PAINTINGS!!!! how do you go about doing so, ya ask? it's easy! if you have a PayPal account send your $20 or $25 donation to my PayPal account: K3LLY1@ME.COM ! it's that simple.
this raffle contest will run starting August 1st until September 30th!!!
below is the original post with all the information and details:
this is whole package deal I am looking to purchase for the ultimate outdoor/backyard movie night for all of Us in San Antonio and surrounding areas!!!!
now, of course I can not afford this by myself so I am asking ALL YOU to help me achieve my goal !!!
with that said, I'm simply asking for donations to get this amazingly cool OUTDOOR MOVIE THEATER SYSTEM - Platinum Package for ALL OF US to enjoy not only movies from the horror genre, but flicks from the sci-fi/fantasy, animation, cult classic and many more!!!!
if you'd like to help me out on this, please send what ever you can afford to my PayPal account at: K3LLY1@ME.COM!!!
you may donate as little as $10, $25, or $50 BUT the more you donate (ie. $100-$500 if not more) you will get some really awesome perks for doing so!!!!
KEEP IN MIND THAT THIS IS ALL FOR YOU, San Antonio!!!! It's about time We move away from the corporate companies and take on something that is more personal to each and every one of Us each month, don't you agree?
you support and donations will be and always will be GREATLY APPRECIATED!
if you have any questions, please feel free to PM here on Facebook, email me at KellyWarrenHammond@yahoo.com or you may even call me at (210)639-9344
Thanks for taking to time read this and I hope you'll be able to help out.
Thank You ALL!!! Kelly Warren Hammond UPDATE! 8/9/14 Not only is Fangoria and Gorezone donating a 6 month subscription to anyone that donates $50+ to my PayPal account via K3LLY1@me.com, but RUE MORGUE Magazine will be donating TWO one year subscriptions as well to those that donate $50+ into my PayPal account to go towards purchasing that awesome outdoor movie theater system that includes an 18' inflatable movie screen, a 4700 lumens video projectors, an 800 Watts PA sound system, 2 speakers and stands for each speaker!!!!!
i can not believe how blessed i am that 2 major magazine companies that have been Blood Thirsty Thursdays sponsors since the beginning 4 years ago are doing this for me and ALL OF YOU too!!!! ZBF.com HAS JUMPED IN FOR KELLY AS WELL Every person who donates $20+ will be entered for a chance to win one of three copies of ZBFbooks.com books. ========= It's a very ambitious undertaking. Here's hoping you can help him out, thus benefiting the SATX movie scene.
BOWIE V. IBARRA is the author of the 'Down the Road' zombie horror series from Permuted Press.
BOWIE V. IBARRA earned his BFA in Acting and MA in Theatre History from Texas State University. Network with Bowie at his official website,ZombieBloodFights.com today.
Fight Card is excited to publish the collection you now hold in your hands – our second Fight Card charity anthology – Fight Card Presents: Battling Mahoney and Other Stories. This time we’ve upped the ante from ten rounds of two-fisted fight fiction to a full fifteen rounds – with 100% of the proceeds going to help the family of western writing legend, the late Jory Sherman – a mentor and friend to so many in the literary community.
Writers helping writers as part of the Fight Card publishing collective.
Battling Mahoney and Other Stories is filled with action delivered by many of Fight Card’s top contributors. Legendary pulp writer Len Levinson provides the title story – featuring characters from his popular The Sergeant series of WWII thrillers. Willis Gordon sets the mood with his extensive essay, On Boxing, andFight Card favorite James Hopwood (Fight Card: King of the Outback and Fight Card: Rumble in the Jungle) gives us aHollywood Hits tale featuring Abbott & Costello along with The Brown Bomber himself, Joe Louis.
Robert E. Howard scholar Mark Finn (Fight Card: The Adventures of Sailor Tom Sharkey) gives us another top notch ‘weird boxing’ tale, featuring Sailor Tom Sharkey & the Electric Gorilla. Bowie V. Ibarra returns to the Fight Card team with his prose singing The Song of the Cornerman, while Michael Zimmerman gives us one of the hardest hitting stories in the collection, The Broken Man.
New writers climbing into the ring with Fight Card include Nik Morton (Cowboy in the Ring), Marc Cameron (Rock, Paper, Scissors), Marcia Ward (Bloodied Leather), Clay More (Heat of Battle), and Chuck Tyrell (Fight Day in Diablo).
We are also thrilled to include stories from Loren D. Estleman and James Reasoner, both writers who are held in the highest regard by their peers and readers.
This new anthology also sports another beautiful cover fromFight Card’s resident artist/illustrator, the brilliant and talented Carl Yonder (Pirate Eye).
It’s all happening in Fight Card Presents: Battling Mahoney and Other Stories…
So, keep calm and keep your guard up…
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As mentioned, ZBFbooks.com kingpin Bowie V. Ibarra has provided yet another short story for the charity anthology. This one is entitled, 'Song of the Cornerman'. The story is about a cornerman who is taking his charge, a young, overconfident boxer, into his first title fight.
Below is a preview of the title. Check it out.
SONG OF THE CORNERMAN
By
Bowie V. Ibarra
Copyright 2013, 2014 Bowie V. Ibarra, ZBFbooks.com,
(Fight Card)
DEDICATIONS
To my father and tio Martin. Thanks for introducing me to boxing.
To all boxing fans.
To Teddy Atlas.
To Jeremy LC Jones and Paul Bishop. Thank you for this opportunity.
Bradley Coburn is a
good boxer. In fact, he’s real good.
The problem is he knows
it, and is too busy telling everyone how great he is instead of putting in time
in the gym honing his skills.
You don’t know how many
times this little bastard has stood me up for gym time. Sure, he comes in during the week when we’re
open, during his daily training. But
then he says he wants to come in for some extra gym time on the weekend, when
we’re closed. I say okay, right? I mean, what kind of trainer doesn’t make an
effort to help out a student who doesn’t want to improve his skills,
right? Am I right?
And so there’s little
old me, good old Octavio, getting his sleepy ass out of bed and going to open
the gym at eight in the morning after a night of cards and bourbon with the old
codgers I call my friends at the VFW.
Me. Getting up in the
morning. Saturday morning. I could ask Marty to do it for me, but that’s
not Marty’s business. Marty’s business
is to keep Bradley’s face from falling apart during a fight. So it’s me, it’s all me getting up early on a
weekend, usually with a hangover, to open up.
And where’s
Bradley? Nowhere to be seen. Twice he’s showed up over an hour after I’ve
been waiting for him as I’m about to lock up.
That’s the kind of undisciplined little bastard I’m dealing with
here. The guy’s good, but so good he
thinks he doesn’t need to work for it.
Which makes tonight’s
problem even bigger. It’s Bradley’s
first televised title fight, and he’s still got his head so far up his ass that the champ, this
big Cuban named Oscar Vincent, is going to have to punch Bradley on his butt
cheek and hope it hits his face.
I swear to Christ, if
Bradley doesn’t listen to me, he’s going to sleep in that ring in front of the
world and lose this shot. And I don’t
want that, you hear me? I don’t want
that for him. He doesn’t deserve it, but
he’s going to earn it if he doesn’t listen to me.
“Would you relax,
Octavio. I’m boxing’s next big
thing. I got this, man.”
“You’ll have this if
you stick with what we trained for, Bradley.”
I call him Bradley
because he says he hates being called Brad.
See? See? That’s the kind of challenge I’m dealing
with.
“He’s going to do fine,
Octavio.”
“Marty, I know you want
to earn your keep, but I don’t want you having to put Bradley’s face back
together when that Cuban starts picking him apart out there.”
“I got it,
Octavio. You’ll see. This Cuban has no chance.”
“You better listen to
me out there, Bradley. This is a title
fight, kid.”
“I will, I will. I always do, Octavio.”
I swear to Christ, over
the past thirty-five years I’ve been in this sport, after four years an amateur
and around twenty years as a boxer, I’ve never had to deal with such a prima
donna. I’ve also never dealt with
somebody with so much talent, so much skill.
The kid is a prodigy, but Jesus Christ is he stuck on himself.
I don’t want to go off
on this little bastard. He’s not ready
for that. Marty’s always holding me
back, and I can appreciate that. But I swear
to Christ, if I have to, I will. This
little bastardis like a son to me,
and we’ve both come too far to not take home the winner’s purse and the
belt. I’m just not going to put up with
his garbage tonight. He earned his shot. Now I’m going to make him deserve taking home
the big dollars and the title tonight, whether he likes it or not. Mainly, because I deserve my cut of that
purse for putting up with him. So does
Marty. But Marty’s not past due on his
rent and about to be thrown out on the rails.
I am.
You’d think I’d do a
better job with money management. But
most of my money goes to the gym for the boys and on the poker tables at the
VFW. I just want them to have the best. The boys, that is. Not my buddies at the VFW. But it’s one of the better gyms in San
Antonio. It might even be better if I
was dealt better hands. It’s a bad
habit, I know.
I could hear Bradley’s
music start when this guy walked into our dressing room with a headset on.
“We’re ready for you,
Mr. Coburn,” he said.
“Let’s go,” I said,
waving them on.
Bradley shouted, then
said, “Let’s do this!” before he walked out the door.
I leaned over to Marty
and told him, “If he doesn’t take this fight seriously, Marty, I swear to
Christ.”
“We’re not there yet,
Octavio. Let a few rounds play out
first.”
“Sure. Sure. Wait and see. Wait and see.”
We stepped out from the
curtain only moments after Marty had unfurled the Texas flag, and I could feel
the energy in the arena. All these
years, that’s still something that gives me a thrill, a real charge, you
know? That energy. That fire from the crowd is just so
addictive. Like a drug. Really, hearing those people cheering, ready
to see the fighters slug it out, it’s just so… God, I don’t even have the words
for it.
We got to the ring, and
I think the ring was to Bradley’s advantage.
It was a few inches smaller than most rings he’s fought in, and the
canvas was pristine. Well, apart from
the fights earlier that night. I could
tell when I looked at the canvas before the show that tonight was its first
night to be used.
We’re also the blue
corner tonight, which I’d requested and we’d got. I’m kind of superstitious about the corners I
work. Blue has always been good to me. I’ve only lost seven fights working the blue
corner. I won 46 with my camp.
The red’s a totally
different story. 24 wins. 13 losses.
Yeah, I hate that corner.
The good thing, though,
is that old Bradley here is 29 of those wins on blue. No losses here. He’s also 10 of those wins on red. But his two losses were on red, so this bodes
well for all of us.
I put my stuff down
with Marty and called for Bradley, who was already dancing around the ring.
“’Ey. Get over here, Bradley. Get your head straight.”
“I’m ready,
Octavio. Don’t sweat it,” he told me as
I took off his robe.
“You’ve got this
tonight, Bradley.”
“The title’s mine
tonight, Octavio. You’ll see.”
“You better show me
tonight,” I told him. “Show all these
people here.”
Marty was checking to
make sure he had enough Vasoline on Bradley’s face to help prevent cuts from
the punches when the Cuban’s music started and the fans started cheering. How could I blame them? This guy, Oscar Vincent, was a real knockout
artist. His hands were phenomenal, and
his technique was sweet. And he had the
fans in his corner that was for sure. I
wouldn’t say Bradley was booed by any stretch of the imagination. Bradley’s arrogance certainly didn’t help
endear him to fans.
But the energy from the
fans for the Cuban was much stronger than for Bradley. It didn’t seem to faze the kid, though. Didn’t faze me. I could give a rat’s ass what these fans
think about Bradley. If he listens to
me, these fans will be in our corner before it’s all over. If not, well, life’s best lessons are learned
the hard way, you know? It wouldn’t be
the first time I’d be out in the streets, either. I always have the gym. Hell, maybe Chris from the VFW would lend me
a few bucks, tide over the landlord for a week or two.
Ah, who the hell am I
kidding?
It’s this whole flag
waving thing I can’t stand for right now.
This Cuban thinks he can walk into the Frank Erwin here in Austin with
that Cuban flag. That makes my blood
boil. That’s why I made sure to tell
Marty to wave the Lone Star State flag.
I’m from San Antonio. Bradley’s
from Houston. Marty is from Shreveport,
but that’s okay. He knows what he’s
doing, so I’ll forgive him for being born in Louisiana. I tell folks he’s from Beaumont.
“Christ, he’s big,”
whispered Bradley to me as Vincent stepped into the ring with his team.
I heard Bradley and had
to respond. “Now you relax,
Bradley. You knew this already, and
we’ve trained for it. So get your head
straight. You can beat this big bastard,
alright?”
Bradley just nodded at
me as we all moved back to our corner as the announcer began his intro.
I’m not going to lie to
you. I thought the same thing when
Vincent entered the ring. The guy seemed
much bigger in person. I’d studied some
tape, but man, in person, the dude was huge.
But the scales don’t lie. Bradley
and Vincent are in the same weight class.
As the announcer
finished his spiel, I had one more thing to tell Bradley before the face off.
“Listen to me,
Bradley. You look this big bastard in
the eye and you show him who’s going to win this fight, you hear me? Get your game face on, kid!”
Bradley looked like a
little puppy who had just got his ass whipped by a rolled up newspaper. His bravado had somehow faded since he laid
eyes on the big commie. I thought he was
about to start whimpering as we faced off in the middle of the ring.
His trainers weren’t
much to me. A couple of young
chumps. They’re lucky they had this
Cuban under their wing. Real gravy
train. Bradley would show them.
Ref gave the
instructions, and they touched gloves.
We got out of the ring, but before I got out, I told Bradley, “Get out
there and stick to your training. You
hear me?”
Bradley nodded as I put
his mouthpiece in his mouth and stepped out.
“He’s going to be fine,
Octavio,” Marty said to me.
“He can beat this big
bastard, Marty, if he listens to me.”
The bell rang and
Bradley’s test began. I hadn’t been this
nervous in a while. This kid has a
chance to become a big name in boxing with a good showing here. And he’s doing alright. Bradley’s working the jab like I needed him
to do. Bradley’s got the reach
advantage, and we need to keep Vincent from getting shots off on the inside.
“Good jabs from
Bradley.”
“It’s early, Marty.
It’s early.”
“I just want you to see
this kid is starting right.”
“I can see it, Marty.”
I’m usually not this
grouchy. Marty didn’t deserve me
snapping back at him like that. I’m just
a bundle of nerves right now.
Vincent fed Bradley one
of his rights, and Bradley stumbled.
“Oh, hell,” I muttered. Bradley
recovered, thank Christ, and returned a combo of his own, getting Vincent off
of him. And when Vincent tried to find
another opening, Bradley responded with more combos, making a statement that he
was not in any danger.
“You think he slipped?”
“I think he got
clocked, Marty. But he’s recovered.”
Things slowed down a
bit with both men taking their time before the round ended. It was a Vincent round, for sure,
though. Marty and I got in the ring and
sat Bradley down.
“Are you alright?” I
asked Bradley, pulling out his mouthpiece.
“Yeah.”
“Okay. You’re doing good right now. Keep snapping that jab. You’re not going to one-punch this guy. You need to keep setting up these combos.”
Bradley’s eyes were scanning
the crowd.
“’Ey. Bradley look at me. Are you listening?” I turned his face to me. This kid was not focused.
“Yeah.”
“Listen. Keep it up with the combos, but stop throwing
the hook from the outside. He’s an
experienced guy, he’s going to respond to it.
Switch it up, and keep snapping that jab.”
I swear, the only other
person other than a corner man that knows how fast a minute can be is a
boxer. We stepped out of the ring as the
second round began.
“No real swelling to
report, boss.”
“Great. As long as he listened to what I told him to
do, he should be fine.”
Bradley opened strong
with a set of combos that was answered by Vincent. Good series of punches from both. I was hoping he was establishing the combo so
he could switch it up. But the more the
match went on, he wasn’t doing what I told him to do.
“He’s throwing the same
punches.”
“I know it,” I told
Marty.
Same series of combos
from Bradley. He was becoming
predictable; what I needed him to avoid.
They were connecting, sure. But
that wasn’t going to last long.
“He’s starting to get
cocky.”
“I swear to Christ.”
Bradley was connecting
pretty solid, and although Vincent had answers, Bradley was taking control.
“He’s getting too
cocky.”
“I swear to Christ.”
There’s a different
feeling you get outside the ring when you know someone’s going to get knocked
down. In the ring, a fighter can almost
smell it. Well, I did. It’s like you connect on some sort of spirit
level, like your body flows the way it should and it just happens. For me, when I’m watching it, you just… I
can’t even put it into words, but you know it’s coming.
Too bad it wasn’t the
person I needed knocked down.
“Aw, hell,” shouted
Marty as Bradley fell to his hands and knees.
“Get up, kid.”
Bradley had dropped his
fundamentals, thinking he was hurting Vincent.
One, he’s just standing in front of the guy when he lands some combos. And two, his hands are down. Hands up, kid. Hands up.
“I swear to
Christ! Get up Bradley!”
Thankfully, he didn’t
look bad, and got up at 8.
“Keep your hands up,
kid,” I shouted.
Vincent went in for the
kill, but Bradley was able to keep the big Cuban from getting a good shot
in. After a few flurries, the second
round was over and Marty and I climbed in the ring.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Listen to me, pull
yourself together. The beginning of this
match was all you, but you lost your focus and wanted to play around and you
paid for it. You’d get your shots off
and you posed after you punched. It was
you. It was all you in the first part of
that match.
I tried to look into
this kids eyes to see if he was listening.
I don’t think he was, but I stayed on him.
“Stop standing in front
of this guy. He’s too good to make this
kind of bush league mistake. And keep
your hands up. You’re better than
this. Now go back in there and fight a
full round.”
“Yeah.”
We got out of the ring
and the third began. And more of the
same lack of discipline from Bradley.
“What is wrong with
him? He looks like crap.”
“He’s giving up,
Marty. He’s giving up already. I can’t believe this.”
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Will Octavio coach his charge to the win? Or will Bradley's lack of confidence prove his undoing?
Check it out in Battling Mahoney and Other Stories. Pick it up today HERE.
And if you like outstanding fight stories, then ZBFbooks.com has some picks for you. Pick up your copy of the 'Pit Fighters' series today in paperback or kindle. Follow the adventures of the fighters in the south Texas fight stable, San Uvalde International, in 'Baptism by Fire' and 'Double Cross'. Get themHERE. The stories feature a Scottish boxer trying to make a name for himself again.
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BOWIE V. IBARRA is the author of the acclaimed 'Down the Road' zombie horror series from Permuted Press. He earned a BFA in Acting and a MA in Theatre History from Texas State University. His latest titles explore superhero themes, including 'Codename: La Lechusa', 'Room 26 and the Army of Xulhutdul', and 'Tejano Star and the Vengeance of Chaplain Skull'.
Network with Bowie at his official website, ZBFbooks.com, the leader in Tex-Mexploitation literature.
'Sorry I Ruined Your Orgy' is filled with bite-size bits of the most ridiculously fun stories you will ever read.
Imagine for a moment you were hopped up on goofballs and totally tripping out. Then you passed out and started dreaming. That's pretty much the experience you get when reading the title.
Each of the short stories are made from the stuff in the Mad Hatter's teapot. Each of them gets crazier and absurd as one story ends and bleeds into the next one. Each new story jars the reader into yet another nightmarish and funny world. Sands doesn't just stretch the boundaries of decency and reality with each story, he completely ignores them with joyful delight.
The only thing that works against it is how exhausting each of the stories makes the reader. Story by story, my brain got fried. I found the best way to enjoy the story was to take in as many shorts as I could before putting it down to pick it up again later after I was able to shake the absurd buzz and was ready for more.
Completely absurd, sometimes offensive, but always ridiculous and hilarious, 'Sorry I Ruined Your Orgy' is an acid trip in book form. It's completely ZBFbooks.com approved for all the laughs and the most absurd fights contained within its pages.
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BOWIE V. IBARRA is the author of the 'Down the Road' zombie horror series from Permuted Press.
BOWIE V. IBARRA earned his BFA in Acting and MA in Theatre History from Texas State University. Network with Bowie at his official website,ZombieBloodFights.com today.
One of the best ways to escape the brutal summer heat is to curl up inside with a good, scary book! Luckily, we are releasing incredible new titles constantly to indulge your darkest nightmares! This week we are celebrating seven new novels that are guaranteed to take you straight through the apocalypse and to hell and back. Why? Because that’s what we do best at Permuted Press!
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Bobby's whole life has been about surviving in the aftermath of the First War. The Folks taught him about the Creepers. Ol' Randy taught him how to kill them, how to hide from them, and how to protect himself from their bite. But Ol' Randy never told Bobby the truth of his existence. After sneaking beyond the Settlement's razor wire fence, both Bobby and his brother Ryan are bitten. Life as they know it should be over, they should be dead. They should be Creepers. But they're not, and before they can find out why, their world comes crashing down around them.
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The house on Drunk Horse road has everything, a good price, Victorian charm, a secret passage, and a rich history. But it also has a secret. Something watches from the shadows, and it is more than a ghostly haunting. The young owners, Alice and Thursday, struggle to defeat the creature, but victory comes with sacrifice, especially when Death itself intervenes.
Grasshoppers have invaded Independents, and the crops are under attack. Hunter seeks out help from the kids in Cozad, but finds them served up like cold cuts at a deli to the emaciated horseman of the apocalypse known as Famine. After Hunter meets the eye-appealing Barbara, who prefers to be called Barbie, he has to constantly remind her that he has a girlfriend. Sometimes he reminds himself. The distraction is only temporary as he risks his life to protect the children from Famine’s hunger. With Barbie fighting at his side to free the Cozad kids, Hunter discovers he is immune to physical harm, even though the pain from his brother’s death remains heavy on his shoulders. He knows everything will be all right if he holds himself together long enough to make it back home to Molly, unless Famine and his swarm of insects arrive there ahead of him.
Cale, a U.S. Army Soldier, is in the middle of one conflict, just as another more terrifying one has begun. The insurgents are the least of his worries now. Instead, the undead have become the new enemy. Fighting for his life at every turn, and losing friends along the way, he must trek across the globe just in the hopes that he will hold his wife and daughter in his arms again.
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Like millions of you around the world, we too are getting very excited about the return of the Discovery Channel's SHARK WEEK in August! In celebration of this terrifying and educational week exploring the world of the oceans' great predators we will be bringing your the latest SHARK WEEK news, as well as videos, facts, and, of course, which books in the Permuted Press library you should have on your nightstand to supplement your underwater terrors obsession such asDavid Salkin's Deep Black Sea, Briar Lee Mitchell's Big Ass Shark, andWarren Fielding's Great Bitten: Outbreak!
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