Bloodstone (2011)
Bloodstone
“Or that’s what it looked like until the pile stood up, put gloved hands on hips, and addressed me in an annoyed voice.
“Where have you been?”
“Oh, is that you, Tina?” Tina was the zombie who’d been my demon-fighting apprentice—until she ditched the whole idea for a chance at becoming a pop singer. “For a second I almost thought you were my mom.”
“Ha. Ha.” The laundry followed me inside. I nodded to Clyde, the zombie doorman, and headed for the elevators. Now that she was out of reach of the mor...ning sunlight that could permanently damage a zombie’s skin, Tina began discarding layers, dropping them on the floor as she went. She pulled off a wide-brimmed hat, taking a moment to fluff up her hair; unwound a long, multicolored scarf; and yanked off bright pink gloves. They formed a trail behind her like she was in a zombie version of Hansel and Gretel, making sure she could find her way home.
“Young lady!” called Clyde. “Pick up those clothes. The lobby is not a cloakroom!”MoreLess
“Where have you been?”
“Oh, is that you, Tina?” Tina was the zombie who’d been my demon-fighting apprentice—until she ditched the whole idea for a chance at becoming a pop singer. “For a second I almost thought you were my mom.”
“Ha. Ha.” The laundry followed me inside. I nodded to Clyde, the zombie doorman, and headed for the elevators. Now that she was out of reach of the mor...ning sunlight that could permanently damage a zombie’s skin, Tina began discarding layers, dropping them on the floor as she went. She pulled off a wide-brimmed hat, taking a moment to fluff up her hair; unwound a long, multicolored scarf; and yanked off bright pink gloves. They formed a trail behind her like she was in a zombie version of Hansel and Gretel, making sure she could find her way home.
“Young lady!” called Clyde. “Pick up those clothes. The lobby is not a cloakroom!”MoreLess
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