Digging up corpses

Title: Digging up corpses
Author: James L. Grant
Published: 2007 by Stonegarden.net publishing
Genre: There's zombies and vampires and the whole works in this baby.
Pages: 148


I bought this collection of 13 stories about as soon as it came out, I think, and read a few back then. Picked it up from the shelf after finishing Sherlock Holmes and going a few days without reading anything. Those were some damn scary days, man. And busy: the last three, four weeks have been the busiest at work since... fuck, ever? So I've quite overfried my brain and have been at a loss at what to read. This? Was just what I needed.

Short bits with interesting or kickass or interesting and kickass characters, like the two zombie armageddon survivors or the macho man who did bite off more than he could chew with the hot redhead. Mr. Grant sets up a story effortlessly and quickly, creating within a few pages both a good scenario and real characters to play it out. And there's no cliched bullshit happy Hollywood endings. Nope, but there are endings that make you grin like a mad pedestrian wolf.

(See what I did there? If not, you really should read some James L. Grant. It'll be good for you.)


He sat down in the chair, opened a side drawer of the desk and pulled out a tan shoebox. The cardboard lid hit the floor like a tiny dropped coffin, and one of Robbie's meaty hands retrieved a big, shiny hunting knife. He held the seven-inch blade between his forefinger and thumb, and turned the handle toward me. It looked sharper than a midnight wind in December. "You know what to do, Danny," he murmured, and a lone bead of sweat rolled down his cheek.
I grabbed the knife. "You ready?"
He nodded, and leaned forward in the chair until his face was pointed at the carpet. I had a perfect view of his hairless pate.
"Okay, go ahead," he whispered.