a novel of horror & humour
about a zombie. who’s Vegan.
You know things are bad when being dead is the BEST part of your day. Things have gone from rotten to, well, actually ROTTING for Sharon Backovic after her tragic wedding photo-related death. Now, she’s got no job, no phone, no place to live, and absolutely no idea of what a zombie who’s apparently STILL a Vegan should eat. . .
Once upon a time, Sharon was like so many other young women in
Toronto – working in a job she wasn’t entirely sure she liked, dating
a guy she wasn’t entirely sure liked her, and ready to be a bridesmaid
for a friend who wasn’t always entirely friendly. And then, it happened.
Call it fate, call it Kismet, or just call it one hell of a crappy
way to die.
Guyanese-born, geek to the core.
When you want to know something
about the underlying themes of Superman
as they relate to utopian fiction,
Malcolm’s your man. You can find him
at Kensy Comics, the best little comic
shop in Kensington Market. Or out
in the back alley taking a. . . a break.
Please don’t let his sister know he’s still
Malcolm’s beloved little sister,
returning to school after a gap year
of potentially indeterminate length.
Teeny is sweet enough to want to
change the world for the better,
and tenacious enough to give it
a go. But she’s a little unsure of
exactly what to do next, so for now,
she’ll just put on the kettle for some
V. X. Morgoni
Victoire Xandria Morgoni fights
the good fight every day, a kind of
one-woman “Lone Gunmen’s Club.”
From behind her camera lens or
from her keyboard, she’s exposing
paranormal disturbances, strange
outbreaks, and government malfeasance.
She’s also Teeny’s roommate,
because no one else has ever been
able to live with her.
Want a wise mentor? Don’t mind
hanging out behind the food bank?
Then you can’t do better than what’sher-
name, you know, the cracklady.
Sweet, sensitive, and sometimes a
little bit sensible, she’s there for Sharon
when she just needs to talk. Or
figure out if tuna sandwiches are the
answer to her dietary issues.
As a child growing up in Haiti, Waglet
thrilled to the stories of the houngan
and mambo, the priests and priestesses
of Voodoo. Now living in Toronto,
Waglet still carries some of the magic
and mystery of that far-off place with
him. And he really loves his guinea
pig, Sharon II.
The Undead Redhead
I know. You thought this would be
Sharon. But she’s not. It’s this girl.
Although not quite yet. But she’s got
a box of “Southern Flame” red hair
dye and a thirst for fame exceeded
only by her talent for manipulation.
Whether it’s scamming a spot on a
national entertainment show or some
illegal explosive, she’s your girl. Or
any girl you want her to be.