{"id":294,"date":"2015-07-29T01:05:45","date_gmt":"2015-07-29T05:05:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kate-hill.com\/compellingbeastsblog\/?p=294"},"modified":"2015-07-21T11:58:22","modified_gmt":"2015-07-21T15:58:22","slug":"zombie-week-character-interview-with-anson-from-bring-me-to-life-by-august-kert","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/compellingbeastsblog\/2015\/07\/29\/zombie-week-character-interview-with-anson-from-bring-me-to-life-by-august-kert\/","title":{"rendered":"Zombie Week: Character Interview with Anson from Bring Me To Life by August Kert"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Bring<\/a>How did you become a zombie?<\/strong><\/p>\n

I\u2019m not\u2026sure. When you\u2019re turned, you\u2026lose your memories.<\/p>\n

What is the most difficult thing about being a zombie?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Most would say\u2026hunger, but I think\u2026loneliness and not\u2026knowing who I\u2026am.<\/p>\n

How do you feel about humans?<\/strong><\/p>\n

I\u2019m torn with\u2026them. They taste so\u2026good, but they are\u2026fascinating. They can\u2026talk and laugh. They\u2026love. They remember.<\/p>\n

How does your partner feel about you being a zombie?<\/strong><\/p>\n

At first Lyric wanted\u2026to kill me. Now she\u2026wants to help. Says\u2026there\u2019s more than\u2026the hunger. She sees\u2026Anson, not zombie.<\/p>\n

What is a common misconception about zombies?<\/strong><\/p>\n

That I\u2019m mindless.<\/p>\n

Where are you from?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Not sure\u2026but now live in\u2026a school.<\/p>\n

What is your main purpose in life?<\/strong><\/p>\n

To eat and remember.<\/p>\n

Who is your greatest enemy and why?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Rot kills.<\/p>\n

Do you think you can ever reconcile with this enemy?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Eating keeps it\u2026away, but humans are\u2026 becoming scarce.<\/p>\n

Do you have a love interest?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lyric.<\/p>\n

What is your weapon of choice?<\/strong><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t have one.<\/p>\n

What makes you happy?<\/strong><\/p>\n

New things. Life outside of\u2026the school.<\/p>\n

Do you have a code of honor?<\/strong><\/p>\n

I\u2019m a zombie. We live by our\u2026stomachs.<\/p>\n

What makes you angry?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Can\u2019t remember being angry.<\/p>\n

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Want my memories\u2026back.<\/p>\n

What do you think is your greatest strength?<\/strong><\/p>\n

The other zombies only\u2026care about food. I want to know\u2026about us. Greatest strength\u2026curiosity.<\/p>\n

What do you think is your greatest weakness?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Can\u2019t fight hunger.<\/p>\n

What do you think is your enemy’s greatest strength?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Rots greatest strength is\u2026can\u2019t be stopped.<\/p>\n

What do you think is your enemy’s greatest weakness?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Doesn\u2019t have one.<\/p>\n

Name one person you admire.<\/strong><\/p>\n

The white-haired swordsman.<\/p>\n

Name one person you trust.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lyric.<\/p>\n

Blurb:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Plan to survive: befriend a monster. Not in the plan: falling in love with him.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

As one of the few humans left alive, Lyric knows a hundred different ways to survive\u2014none of them pretty. Anything to stay out of the \u201cfarms\u201d where the not-so-mindless zombies keep humans they eat to prevent themselves from rotting.<\/p>\n

But humans have to eat too. While foraging for food, she\u2019s captured and taken to a farm. Her fate seems sealed\u2014until she notices one of the zombies watching her with a different kind of hunger in his eyes.<\/p>\n

Anson clings to the hope that he can somehow overcome the disease that turned him into a cannibal. Lyric stirs needs and desires he\u2019s forgotten he had, and her fighting spirit brings back the ragged edge of a past that long ago slipped from his memory.<\/p>\n

When Anson offers moments of freedom in exchange for her help, Lyric grabs the chance to survive. She never thought her emotions would cast a very different light on the monster\u2026or that desire would complicate her plan to escape.<\/p>\n

Warning: Contains a hopeless romantic zombie trying to find his humanity, and a plucky heroine desperate for a way out\u2014even if it\u2019s down a zombie\u2019s pants. Not for the faint of heart\u2026or the squeamish. Let\u2019s just say kissing is off the menu.<\/p>\n

August Kert bio:<\/strong><\/p>\n

August Kert writes paranormal romances about atypical heroes who\u2019d do anything for their feisty heroines, and unusual love stories you\u2019ll never forget.<\/p>\n

She lives in northern Ohio where winter never seems to end and summer is nothing but road construction. She married her own prince in 2007. They are the proud parents of a hyperactive dog, a spastic ferret, a lazy rabbit, and a food obsessed cat.<\/p>\n

Links:<\/strong><\/p>\n

www.augustkert.blogspot.com<\/a><\/p>\n

https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/augustkert<\/a><\/p>\n

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Buy Links:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Amazon: http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Bring-Me-Life-August-Kert-ebook\/dp\/B00WYTF3AM\/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1437446672&sr=8-1&keywords=august+kert<\/a><\/p>\n

Barnes and Noble: http:\/\/www.barnesandnoble.com\/w\/bring-me-to-life-sat-aug-01-00-00-00-cdt-2015-kert\/1121848545?ean=9781619229907<\/p>\n

Excerpt:<\/strong><\/p>\n

She stopped and looked at me with a raised brow. \u201cYou don\u2019t trust me?\u201d<\/p>\n

I shook my head. \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

She smiled. \u201cI\u2019m guessing that\u2019s why I got a scaler instead of a knife. Too dangerous?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

She ran the tool over the fish again. \u201cBack there you picked me as much as I picked you. So tell me, why do you stare at me?\u201d<\/p>\n

There were so many ways to explain myself, but because communication wasn\u2019t my strongest skill, I had to keep it simple. \u201cYou fight.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, well, I have to. Your kind makes it hard to relax and go to the beach.\u201d<\/p>\n

Another breeze. Her hair danced around her face. \u201cWhat\u2019s name?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMe?\u201d<\/p>\n

That strand needed me to put it in its place. \u201cYes.\u201d I lifted my hand an inch, wanting to feel her hair\u2019s soft texture.<\/p>\n

She laughed. \u201cI see. You going to think your way into my head? Play mind games? Sweep me off my feet? Not a chance. You lay one finger on me and this scaler will end up in an uncomfortable place.\u201d<\/p>\n

Good thing I refrained from tucking the strand. Something told me she had a creative definition of \u201cuncomfortable place\u201d. I dropped my hand on the table to feel the fish scales. Gritty. \u201cNo. Curious about humans.\u201d<\/p>\n

She eyed my hand, and I knew that if she had a knife it would already be buried in my hand. Or my head. She removed another line of scales. \u201cOkay, I\u2019ll play along. My name is Lyric.\u201d<\/p>\n

She had such an unusual name. I said, \u201cAnson.\u201d<\/p>\n

She stopped and peered at me. \u201cI\u2019m surprised you have names. Didn\u2019t think you were deep enough to call each other anything beyond groans. Then again, I didn\u2019t think you could talk so all my logic is gone.\u201d<\/p>\n

I shook my head. It was a misconception that zombies were mindless. True, when the disease first spreads through the body, we lose our minds. But as we evolve into zombies, we need a sense of normalcy even if very few admit it.<\/p>\n

\u201cI like fight.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lyric ran the scaler over the fish one last time. She submerged the fish in the pail and brushed at its body. The remaining scales vanished.<\/p>\n

She stood and examined the fish. For the first time I noticed a small incision in the top of its head. The idea that this fish had died the same way I could sent shivers up my spine.<\/p>\n

Lyric said, \u201cIf you like that I fight, why don\u2019t I show you a few moves and end it with a knife to your temple?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot\u2026good idea.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI like it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Holding on to the fish\u2019s head, she jammed the scaler into its lower stomach. Blood ran from its body as she cut up to its head. Lyric pulled open the body, reached in and yanked its guts out. Her thumbs slid inside the body, causing more blood to come out. When she was finished she threw the fish into the pail of water and picked up another fish.<\/p>\n

I could see the warrior in her bubbling to the surface. \u201cWhat you eat?\u201d<\/p>\n

Without looking at me, she asked, \u201cMy favorite food?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

She stopped and focused ahead of us. Her eyes became distant while she was in thought. After a minute she said, \u201cProbably chicken. Why?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI try to\u2026get some.\u201d<\/p>\n

She faked a laugh. \u201cRight. So, why would you do that for me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou help me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lyric set the scaler down and turned to me. \u201cAre you serious? You actually think I\u2019m going to help you?\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re crazy. You can go fuck yourself. Or your dead friends.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot dead.\u201d<\/p>\n

She cocked her head to the side. \u201cNot dead? Why is your skin gray?\u201d<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t understand many of the mechanics of how it worked, but I was well aware the symptoms. Certain aspects of our lives plagued us\u2014rotting\u2014and it was only natural for us to be curious about our existence.<\/p>\n

\u201cDisease. Breathing not easy. Can die\u2026when stabbed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, I know. I\u2019ve had plenty of target practice. But you\u2019re something different. I didn\u2019t know you could talk.\u201d She chewed on her lip. \u201cSo you\u2019re saying that you actually breathe?\u201d<\/p>\n

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