Bests & Worsts Reviews from Amazon

I'm a writer, and therefore, according to Amazon, I'm not technically allowed to write book reviews. So if you're seeing this, something has gone terribly wrong. Also, according to this story, I must die. If you're reading this, that means something has gone terribly right. For me, at least. When Michael Bunker got in touch with me and inquired about including me in a story he was working on, I assumed he was on drugs or suffering from lack of sleep. It turns out these things would come later. He was about to embark on a writing mission that makes my yearly habit of writing 50,000 words each November seem downright sane by comparison. He and others were setting out to write novellas in a single weekend. 30 hours. Recognizing the task as both foolish and unwise, I gave it my complete blessing. It wasn't long before the finished work landed in my inbox. I gave it a skim. I laughed out loud. I stopped writing and gave it a read. I loved every single bit of it. I think you will, too. This doesn't mean I condone violence against authors. Not all of them. My next work will now be delayed by three and a half hours due to this devious little romp. Send hate mail to Michael Bunker, not me. I've got enough worries dealing with damn zombies.