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Today is the second day of sharing with you all some of my favorite quotes/moments from Undead Chaos. For today, I chose the scene where Marcus, a hobbyist beekeeper, checks on his hives. As a “keeper” myself, I’ve always wished I could communicate with my own bees.

CM’s Favorite Chaos Quotes: Day 2 – The Bees

On my way back to the Honey House, one of the girls landed on my veil with a soft thud.

“Food?” she whispered, her body wiggling with excitement.

Occasionally I provided the hives a sugar-syrup to help supplement the nectar flow, especially during a dry season. I hadn’t thought to make any that morning.

“Sorry. Maybe next time.”

“Next, Keeper,” she repeated. Her wiggle was less enthusiastic and changed directions. The bees didn’t have a sense of time like people did, but she understood that I’d bring them something on my next visit. She performed the “waggle dance” over and over, practicing it so that when she returned to her hive, she could communicate the information to her sisters. After two more renditions, she headed back toward the apiary. I smiled, watching as she arced toward the hives and disappeared into the buzzing mass of her sisters.

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Now that the dust has settled from Release Week, I thought a great way to help spread the word about Undead Chaos would be to share some of my favorite quotes/scenes from the book. Therefore, to kick things off, I offer you all:

CM’s Favorite Chaos Quotes: Day 1:

The door to the house slammed open. A woman who I assumed was Carly stamped out with a martini glass in one hand, bottle of clear liquid in the other. She wore a short, silky blue nightgown that didn’t leave much to the imagination. Her dyed black hair was teased into a high poof and her makeup was caked on in a vain attempt to fill the lines and crow’s feet. She must have been pretty in her youth, but a life of booze, food, and cigarettes had left a rounder, unhappier version in its wake.

“Tony, you fat, cheating bastard!” she slurred, waving the martini glass in our direction. “You listen to that man! I hired him, so do as he says!”

Banks turned and moaned softly at his wife, leaving me with an unpleasant visual of his backside.

“Please go back inside, Mrs. Banks,” I called, trying to ignore the massive mounds of rotting meat before me. “Your husband and I are getting along famously at the moment. Isn’t that right, Tony?”

Banks whimpered and took several slow steps forward.

“You sonnabish!” Carly screeched, her eyes widening. “You don’t get to have me anymore. You’re dead, and I’ll do whatever or whoever I want. Maybe even him!” she added, slopping what was left of her drink toward me.

Banks stopped.

“That’s right.” Carly said, “I may just add a little something extra to his paycheck for getting rid of you. I’ve been dying to break in the leather of my new Bentley.”

Banks roared and spun around. His face contorted with rage as he bellowed at me, and his hot, rancid breath turned my stomach. He snarled, then worked the pump on the shotgun.

Oh hell.

The blast shattered the relative calm of the neighborhood, and the recoil threw Banks onto his back. Thankfully his aim sucked. I’m not sure he could have hit his house from ten feet away.

“Dammit, Banks,” I shouted, ears ringing with pain. “It doesn’t have to be like this!”

My words were useless. Whatever negotiating power I’d had before was gone. Banks was all rage—nothing short of another death would slow him down.

Undead Chaos is available from all your favorite e-book distributors.