New Spotlight on Armand Rosamilia for the #WinterZombie blog tour 2016
Armand Rosamilia Interview!
Horror writer Armand Rosamilia talks me through his work, the books he reads and how they impact on his work.
Tell me about how you came to define your writing style. What drew you towards darker fiction?
Reading Dean Koontz books at twelve and then reading everything considered horror I could get my hands on. Luckily my mother is an avid reader and started giving me books she’d read and thought I’d like. She still does it today.
What is your career background and how did you get into writing full time?
I have had many cool jobs over the years: I booked heavy metal bands, booked a club in Asbury Park NJ, worked for a music management company, was the owner of a horror/music zine for a number of years- but those never paid the bills. Unfortunately, I was in retail management for 25+ years, which sucks the life…
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Reblog: Armand Rosamilia Interview for #BadMoonRising Tour
Continuing the Dying Days zombie series!
Darlene Bobich, the Zombie Killer, is on a mission to save her family. Can she succeed, even as more obstacles are thrown in her way: survivors bent on their own selfish needs, evolving zombies and the rotting world around her?
Dying Days are truly upon us…
What’s the first story you ever wrote?
Wow. That was when I was about twelve, so about thirty-five years ago. I can tell you the first published story I ever wrote. It was called “Beastie” and I was eighteen when it was published. I included it in my Skulls And Bones collection. The original version, which makes me cringe when I read it. But on the flip side I’m damn proud of it, too.
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$5 Clearance Signed Print Book Sale!
I’ve just come back from back to back conventions, Scares That Care Weekend in VA and Authors After Dark in GA. Both events went well but I realized something. OK, let me back up a second and be honest… I always knew I had this problem but until the past few weeks I never realized how bad my problem was… I pack enough books for every author in the room to sell.
I lost count (and too lazy to look) but I believe I am well over 50 different print books with my name in there somewhere. No way I should be able to carry a few copies of each, yet every time I go to a con I bring 3 full crates and at least 2 full boxes with me. Insanity!
So… I decided to do something drastic about it. Actually, my wife forced me to do something intelligent…
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“Dying Days 6” Teaser!
EXCERPT from Dying Days 6 by Armand Rosamilia:
Her name had been Eve, which she thought fitting.
She loved watching football as a kid with her dad in Upstate New York. Dad was a Giants fan so she’d begun rooting for the rival Jets. Now, she wished she hadn’t been such a bad daughter.
“I need her to shut up,” Eve said quietly to the terrified man in chains.
The woman had been screaming for hours. At first Eve thought it amusing. How long could someone yell when they were slowly tortured?
“Should we take her off the table?” the man in chains asked.
Eve moved with lightning speed and slapped the man across the face, driving his nose into his skull and killing him. Eve smiled and licked the trace of blood on her hand.
She no longer needed the blood or the violence but it…
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“Dying Days 5” Teaser!
EXCERPT from Dying Days 5 by Armand Rosamilia:
Sally was bleeding out and all Mitchell could think about was if the zombies could smell it. He’d been covering her mouth for an hour, pushing down hard every time she tried to scream.
“You’re hurting her,” the little Puerto Rican bitch said for the fifth time in the last twenty minutes. Her New Yaw-Rican accent was getting on Mitchell’s nerves. If she wasn’t so damn hot, he would cover her mouth, too, but also her nose, until she died.
He hated having such vile thoughts. He was one of the good guys. “If she cries out, we’re dead. I heard noises outside.”
“There’s always noises outside,” the wimpy dude with the cracked glasses said. “The world moves around us.”
“Man, whatever drugs you’re taking, please share with me,” said the Puerto Rican chick. “Or else shut the fuck up…
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