Snowpocalypse releases June 20th and includes my short story “The Wind Whispers, ‘Witiko'”.
What started as a hunting trip for Tobias Evard Warner II and his friends turns into a fight for survival during a supernatural storm which kicks off the apocalypse. The storm awakens and frees seven powerful creatures who were locked away at the beginning of the world’s creation. The Seven turn nightmares into reality and leave nothing but chaos and death in their wake.
Tobias fights his way through a nightmare infested wilderness to get back home to his family. With the unleashed terrors come newfound magical powers for Tobias, but at a cost. Will he sacrifice everything to ensure his family’s safety, even if it means his own soul?
Angels, demons, ancient cosmic beings, and even a dimensional-traveler clad in a trench coat made of duct tape come together in this fast-paced novel of magic, darkness, and consequences.
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C.R. Langille spent many a Saturday afternoon watching monster movies with his mother. It wasn’t long before he started crafting nightmares to share with his readers. An avid hunter and amateur survivalist, C.R. Langille incorporates the Utah outdoors in many of his tales. He is the Organizer for the Utah Chapter of the Horror Writer’s Association, and received his MFA: Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University.
The one thing I get asked the most about the novel is if I, like the characters, have ever worked the graveyard shift at a convenience store. The answer is yes, I did indeed work for a year doing the night shift at a 7-11 in a seedy section of Denver. It is, without a doubt, the worst job I’ve ever had. I could tell you stories. But after a certain amount of time passed, I found myself actually growing nostalgic about it. Not because I actually wanted to go back and do it again, but because, unlike most of my jobs since, it was interesting. The idea occurred to me that if vampires, werewolves, and zombies had walked through that door, it wouldn’t have changed anything. That job would have been equally as crazy.
And so I came up with stories of the OneStop and the poor schmucks who worked there. The OneStop was in a special section of the city that tends to attract magical forces once the sun goes down. Most of the monsters that walk through the door are just minding their business like any other customer. They want Twinkies, nachos, doughnuts, Slim Jims, and Froztees. But every so often some mad power-hungry demon might come in for a quick bite on their way to
destroying the world. The crew at the OneStop need to stop them. It’s part of their job, right up there with mopping the floor, keeping the coffee pots full, and ringing up the customers.
The Kickstarter is being run by my publisher, Permuted Press, who happen to have several really talented film students among their staff. The script will be by Ryne Driscoll and it will be directed by David Walker. I recently had the opportunity to talk to them in person and I’m confident that the project is in good hands. This is all around a great opportunity and I’m happy to be a part of it.
For further information about the Kickstarter and how to donate to it, you can go to the site at https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/permutedpictures/the-onestop-apocalypse-shop. I really hope that other people will be as excited about this as I am.
Derek J. Goodman is the author of the Apocalypse Shift series, along with the Z7 series (The Reanimation of Edward Schuett, The Contamination of Sandra Wolfe, and The Siege of Seven City) for Permuted Press. When he’s not writing, he works as a librarian in Wisconsin.
Coming soon from Apokrupha!
|My boyfriend as Vinz Clortho, Halloween 2010|
The number of times I’ve seen Ghostbusters is in the high double digits; I finally saw it, after 27 years, in an actual theater this past October. The special effects that were cutting-edge in 1984 were not at all diminished on the big screen, not for this fan girl, at least. I’m not really joking when I say that Ghostbusters is one of the films by which I measure other human beings’ worth. If you don’t like it, I will have to question our friendship. There is truly something for everyone to enjoy about the film. With its loveable cast of characters thrown into a hilarious plot influenced by traditional ghost stories, Cold War-era apocalyptic paranoia, and Japanese daikaiju films, it is a deserved classic. Add a romantic subplot and an iconic theme song, and you’ve got a recipe for success. As a result of both its brilliance and my personal love affair with it, the task of writing about Ghostbusters from a critical and analytical viewpoint has proven difficult at best. And to think, I was going to write a paper on it! (Someday I will. You watch.)
In 1984 I was 8 years old and convinced that the human race was going to nuke itself into oblivion. I became obsessed with Revelations even as it terrified me, and with films like Ghostbusters, The Terminator, etc. Looking back I can see that this was the genesis not only of my love affair with apocalyptic/post-apocalyptic fiction and film, but my obsessive-compulsive and anxiety disorders. Thus, as a child one aspect of the film disturbed me, while as an adult it now fascinates me. Ray and Winston are in the Ecto-1, driving toward the city at twilight, discussing the reasons why NYC is suddenly plagued by so many ghosts. The conversation turns to the Book of Revelation and Judgment Day; though Ray is a non-believer, he acknowledges that Winston may be on to something. The impending apocalypse is not the work of God, however, but of Ivo Shandor’s doomsday cult which, through the building of 55 Central Park West, intended to summon Gozer, a Sumerian god of destruction. Both Dana Barrett and Louis Tulley, tenants of the building, have been possessed by Gozer’s demi-god heralds, Zuul and Vinz Clortho, respectively.
That someone could judge humanity “too sick to survive” was a concept a bit too high for even a gifted child to contemplate, but these days I think we can all acknowledge that Ivo Shandor had a point, whether you agree with his ultimate solution or not. Shandor passed his judgment after World War I; since then we’ve had WWII and the Holocaust, the Korean War, Vietnam, the first Gulf War, Bosnia, Rwanda, Afghanistan, the invasion of Iraq, numerous genocides and skirmishes in nearly ever corner of the world. For all the good things that we have accomplished as a species, there are at least twice as many examples of human cruelty and outright depravity. We are also the only creatures, outside of parasitoids, that willfully destroy their own habitat. Few may wish to admit it, but there does seem to be something fundamentally wrong with the human race as a whole.
And so Gozer the Gozerian, in its chosen form, is unleashed upon NYC to bring about the apocalypse. In a nod to Japanese giant monster movies, the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man stomps through the city like Godzilla through Tokyo (Gojira being a film that, while superficially silly like Ghostbusters, possesses a socially conscious message). My terror forgotten, I embraced him as one of my all-time favorite villains, right up there with Darth Vader and The Joker. In the end, there are many things that made me love Ghostbusters–from its adorable villain to the fact that scientists, not some meathead on steroids, were the heroes who saved the world. Somewhere in my misanthropic heart, I hope they still can.