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Calling DL Snell on The Funky Werepig

Posted in Events, Skullvines Press with tags , , , , , , , on February 9, 2010 by Jerrod Balzer

A few weekends ago, S.D. Hintz, Mark McLaughlin and I were back at my house from Visioncon, and we decided to call in to the Funky Werepig and mess with them. D.L. Snell happened to be the guest that night and he was a great sport! S.D. made the call into a YouTube video using pictures from Visioncon:


Reviews coming in!

Posted in Jerrod's writing, Skullvines Press with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 2, 2010 by Jerrod Balzer

Wow, it’s really awesome to get on the computer and see so many sweet reviews up! Check ’em out:

First, Rhonda Wilson reviewed my new novella, Zombie Bastard, on Monster Librarian. CLICK HERE to read it!

And it’s available at Horror Mall from Novello Publishers. CLICK HERE to order it!

Next up on Horror World, Dan Reilly reviews Dark Jesters, an anthology from Novello Publishers that has my story, “Wolf Plugs.” CLICK HERE to read it!

And it’s also available through Horror Mall. CLICK HERE to buy it!

And while you’re on the Horror World page, you’ll see that Ron Dickie reviewed K.H. Koehler’s Black Jack Derringer. It’s right below the Dark Jesters review.

Black Jack Derringer is available through Skullvines Press, and you can CLICK HERE to pick it up!

So now you know what to buy. Go get ’em! =P

Michele Lee’s ROT – cover, web page, and excerpt

Posted in Skullvines Press with tags , , , , , , , , on June 26, 2009 by Jerrod Balzer

Zombies Can Be Such a Burden

So you’ve raised your loved ones from the dead, but had no idea how difficult it would be to care for them.

No problem! Silver Springs is a warm, peaceful facility equipped to handle all your zombie needs. Their friendly staff will ensure they have a safe environment with daily exercise and raw meat.

Rest easy knowing they’re in good hands… as they rot.

In Michele Lee’s Rot, you won’t find an apocalypse or Romero-style flesh-eaters. This is far more disturbing.

In a world where certain people can will others back from death, Silver Springs Specialty Care Community caters to the undead for those who aren’t quite ready to let go (zombie milk available by special arrangement at the home office).

Dean, retired from the military and looking for an easier life, runs security at this zombie herding farm, but he learns that dark injustice is not unique to war. There’s a rotten core to Silver Springs. Now, Dean and a quickly-decaying corpse named Patrick are on the hunt for a woman they both love and lost to a lucrative business that specializes in greed, zombies and never having to say goodbye.

Cover art by Mark McLaughlin

**Available for Pre-Order very soon!**

Here’s what others are saying:

“Part detective story, part romance, all horror, Michele Lee’s Rotis an exceptional piece of work, one of those rare stories that manages to seamlessly blend together all those elements that make a horror story memorable, and it does so with such a confident voice, one might think Lee – a relative newcomer – is secretly channeling the masters. Rotis nothing less than the unveiling of an exciting new talent in the horror field, one I suspect – and hope – we’ll be hearing a lot more from in the future.”

~Kealan Patrick Burke, author of Master of the Moors, The Turtle Boy, and Currency of Souls

“Smart zombies, a mystery, and a love story – this has so many elements foreign to the typical zombie story, that it will be a true inspiration to any fan of the undead. In these pages we see real inhumanity, dark humor, and hope, and we realize our favorite monster is capable of so much more than gut munching and being shot in the head. Don’t miss this one.”

~Kim Paffenroth, author of Dying to Live and Dying to Live: Life Sentence

Rot is a definite winner. It’s well-written, has lots of plot twists, characters we care about, and it strikes more emotional chords than you’d probably expect in a novella about flesh-eating zombies.”

~Jeff Strand, author of Pressure

Want a taste? Here’s an excerpt:

The door beeped. Amy and I became conspicuously quiet. Dodgeston, a keeper dressed in blue scrubs embroidered with his name, came in with a young-looking blond man. Dodgeston nodded to me and left without a word or a look to either of the corpses in the room. Patrick sat sullenly at the desk with Amy.

“Hi, Amy.”

“Hi, Patrick. This is Dean. He’s the one that’ll kill us the day we go rogue.”

“Hi, Dean.” Patrick regarded me, then turned to Amy. “Did you try the ‘brains’ thing on him?”

“Yeah, he thought it was funny.”

Patrick nodded as if he approved.

The conversation was strange in several ways. Neither of them seemed to be bothered, or joking, when they mentioned that I might have to kill them. And it didn’t help that Patrick had a deep, bloodless gash across the right side of his forehead. It looked more like a fake movie effect than human flesh. It hadn’t even been stitched closed by the mortician. Perhaps it was one more punishment Patrick’s parents wanted him to endure.

“So he’s decent then?” Patrick asked.


I’d seen the other workers speak casually with each other, treating the residents as if they were nothing more than furniture. But being on the receiving end of it was irritating. “I can hear you, you know.”

“We know,” Patrick said. “So what are we doing today?”

“Nothing,” Amy answered. “The place is dead.”

I chimed in with a flat, “Ha, ha, ha.”

Amy smiled impishly at me before turning away.

Things were tense because we’d all had to pass Sabrina Rosa on the way to the back room. Hers was the heartbreaking kind of case you couldn’t find words for. She was a pretty little thing, delicate and well-formed with long black hair and beautiful Hispanic features. She’d died six weeks ago, hemorrhaging during child birth.

On the advice of the doctor, her husband had her raised and brought immediately to Silver Springs, where she expressed a steady supply of breast milk for their daughter. She begged daily to be allowed to see the child, and as depressing as it was, I couldn’t blame the father for wanting his daughter to remember her mother from pictures rather than the undead thing that nursed her.

“Monitor, west sector fence check.”

I grabbed my radio and keyed the mike. “Confirmed.”

When I turned back to Amy and Patrick, they had dark looks on their faces. I was unsure what had happened in that moment to change the light mood. “What’s wrong?”

Patrick looked at Amy, who avoided looking at me. I was beginning to hate that.

“You should tell him, if he’s that decent.”

“Tell me what?”

Amy didn’t answer. More looks passed between them that I disliked, and it was the bad feeling at the pit of my stomach dislike.

“Just tell me.” My amusement was long gone.

“Let’s just say we aren’t the only monsters here,” Amy said quietly. The barely-contained emotion in her voice made her sound more human than ever. “The day I go savage, if I have even a bit of brain left, there will be certain people I’m aiming for.”

New review for Paul Kane’s RED!

Posted in Skullvines Press with tags , , , , , , , on April 2, 2009 by Jerrod Balzer

Paul Kane’s book, RED, has received a wonderful, in-depth review at Hellnotes.  Check it out HERE!

Be sure to get your copy at and use it to enter the Blog Contest, where you could win Skullvines titles for a year!