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Today, find out more about MONSTERLAND REANIMATED.
MONSTERLAND REANIMATED by Michael Okon, YA/Monsters/Thriller, 250 pp., $14.99 (Paperback) $5.99 (Kindle)
Author: Michael Okon
Publisher: WordFire Press
Genre: YA Fiction/Monsters/Thriller
INTERVIEW WITH THE AUTHOR
What initially got you interested in writing?
I’ve been writing since I’m five years old. I love the idea of creating a universe and inviting the reader to experience it.
How did you decide to make the move into being a published author?
I wrote and self-published a book called Just Ask the Universe which became an international best-seller. I started turning old screenplays into books and began self-publishing them. I then finally got picked up by a publisher.
What do you want readers to take away from reading your works?
There is a hidden social meaning in every one of my works.
What do you find most rewarding about writing?
The freedom to create your own universe and let the players loose to tell their story.
What do you find most challenging about writing?
What advice would you give to people want to enter the field?
Be patient. It will take you years to get to the place you want to be. Never give up and always be writing.
What ways can readers connect with you?
Through all of social media and my website, www.michaelokon.com
chaos. World leadership is gone, economies have collapsed, and
communications are non-existent. Wyatt must go beyond the boundaries of
his small town to reestablish contact with the outside world, and alert
the government about a traitor-in-chief.During his journey he discovers a new threat released from the bowels of the defunct theme park.
When an army of relentless mummies, a life-sucking ooze called The
Glob, and a hybrid reanimated Behemoth rise from the depths of
Monsterland, who will survive?
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painted the desert’s surface pewter. Here and there, dark spots soiled the
landscape like oil spills. Most of the bodies had been taken before the troops
were ordered to leave. They carted away the corpses, bulldozing the zombies
into mass graves, until radios chirped with urgent orders deploying the
soldiers to the bigger threats that erupted in the main cities like a chain of
extinguished, its carcass left for the vultures to pick, the exhibits silent as
president and his equally dead entourage were whisked away on Air Force One,
along with the dark-clad special operatives that came and left like the brisk
desert wind that now howled through the empty streets.
in the silence, slamming with a reverberating smash. The uneven gait of someone
with a physical challenge filled the void. The scrape and plod of his limp
echoed against the wall of mountains framing the theme park. His labored
breathing huffed as he made his way down the streets.
loudly as it was blown by the wind. He stopped, his distorted figure
silhouetted in the pale moonlight, his body turning silver. He looked at the
broken glass littering the pavement like diamonds, then up to the still,
pre-dawn sky. He considered the sun peeking over the jagged horizon in the
east, its golden light painting the dips and hollows of the hills. Soon the
coming day would chase the darkness away.
enemy now. He had to move faster, or it would be too late. He picked up his
pace, lurching along the winding road. A keening howl ricocheted through the
streets, bouncing off the walls. It sounded like a … no, he thought, it
couldn’t be. The werewolves were all dead. Destroyed by Vincent Konrad when
he made their heads explode.
paused, listening for it again, and was not disappointed when the animal
whimpered. He gauged it to be inside the defunct vampire exhibit. He moved
toward the entrance. The storefronts had been destroyed. A few body parts lay
on the pavement, as if people had discarded them in a rush. He heard the
scraping of paws on the street and a shiver went down his crooked spine.
werewolves were dead; he had seen it with his own eyes. A figure detached from
the shadows. Igor flattened himself against the wall. He watched it move
stealthily down the street, stopping when it scavenged a morsel of rotting
flesh. It looked up to stare at Igor, its eyes glowing in the darkness.
be a coyote; it was too small to be a wolf, too big to be a dog. The beast
twitched its ears, then resumed its meal.
coyote was not a threat, and he continued his mission. His lame foot hit a can,
sending a cacophony of sound like an explosion in the deserted park. The beast
dropped the bone it was gnawing on, sniffing the area. Its iridescent eyes
searched the streets.
as possible. He felt it watching him, even from this distance. It was not a
away, hugging the walls of Monsterland, putting as much distance as he could
between them. Not an easy feat, considering his distorted hips. He muttered to
himself about carrion and the wind. His eyes darted nervously, scouring the
hills, not exactly sure what he was looking for. Adrenaline coursed through his
veins. His heart pounded so loudly he was certain that the creature watching
him could hear it too.
stumbling to a halt, he bent over, gasping for air, cursing Vincent and those
meddlesome teenagers, as well as the rest of the world.
went right through him. Igor glanced at his empty hands, berating himself for
not bringing a weapon. He searched his surroundings for anything to protect
one of the axes they had on almost every corner. All of them had been pulled
from their protective cases. One was lying in a pool of coagulating blood, the
blade long gone. He picked up the broken axe handle, turning in a semicircle.
He was ready for an attacker.
outline made his heart quiver with fear. It crouched in a corner, its snout
covered with blood. This one was bigger, not a coyote, a wild wolf. Wait,
he thought. Weren’t the gray wolves of California all but extinct?
his eyes. The beast was a light reddish brown and not the silver gray of a
wolf’s pelt. A chain hung from its neck, the pendant of a werewolf’s head
dangling, emerald eyes flashing. What was it? Was it a mutant coyote? A wolf? Some
weird hybrid, he wondered for a minute, his breath harsh in his ears. They
watched each other soundlessly.
then. He’d heard about
them, a rare mixture of wolf and coyote. What did they call them? Coywolves
…? or was it Woyotes? He shrugged indifferently. Perhaps someone’s pet,
he decided. Igor’s mirthless laugh came out like a snort.
stood still, its ears alert, its head cocked as if it was observing him.
out, “Eat the rest of your meal, you dumb beast.”
front paws on the remains of a zombie’s chest.
forehead, waiting, his eyes coming back to search the village, confirming it
was empty, except for the carrion eaters like the coyotes and vultures. He
looked up, noting the circling predators waiting for him to move on.
your meal,” he chuckled. Just the local scavengers looking for food.
That was all; the shadows revealed nothing else. Satisfied he was alone, he
moved on. He had work to do.
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genres including paranormal, thriller, horror, action/adventure and
self-help. He graduated from Long Island University with a degree in
English, and then later received his MBA in business and finance. Coming
from a family of writers, he has storytelling in his DNA. Michael has
been writing from as far back as he can remember, his inspiration being
his love for films and their impact on his life. From the time he saw
The Goonies, he was hooked on the idea of entertaining people through
unforgettable characters.Michael is a lifelong movie buff, a music playlist aficionado, and a
sucker for self-help books. He lives on the North Shore of Long Island
with his wife and children.His latest book is the YA Fiction/Monsters/Thriller Monsterland Reanimated.
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