Gil's All Fright Diner

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Bloodier than Fried Green Tomatoes!

Funnier than The Texas Chainsaw Massacre!

Welcome to Gil's All Night Diner, where zombie attacks are a regular occurrence and you never know what might be lurking in the freezer. . . .

Duke and Earl are just passing through Rockwood county in their pick-up truck when they stop at the diner for a quick bite to eat. They aren't planning to stick around—until Loretta, the ...

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Overview

Bloodier than Fried Green Tomatoes!

Funnier than The Texas Chainsaw Massacre!

Welcome to Gil's All Night Diner, where zombie attacks are a regular occurrence and you never know what might be lurking in the freezer. . . .

Duke and Earl are just passing through Rockwood county in their pick-up truck when they stop at the diner for a quick bite to eat. They aren't planning to stick around—until Loretta, the eatery's owner, offers them one hundred dollars to take care of her zombie problem. Given that Duke is a werewolf and Earl's a vampire, this looks right up their alley.

But the shambling dead are just the tip of a particularly spiky iceberg. Seems someone's out to drive Loretta from the diner, and more than willing to raise a little hell on earth if that's what it takes. Before Duke and Earl get to the bottom of the diner's troubles, they'll run into such otherworldly complications as undead cattle, an amorous ghost, a jailbait sorceress, and the terrifying occult power of pig Latin.

And maybe—just maybe—the End of the World, too.

Gory, sexy, and flat-out hilarious, Gil's All Fright Diner will tickle your funny bone—before ripping it out of its socket!

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
“Fans of Douglas Adams will happily sink their teeth into this combo platter of raunchy laughs and ectoplasmic ecstasy.”—Publishers Weekly (starred review)

“[A] laugh-out-loud comic fantasy that should appeal to fans of Terry Brooks’s Landover novels.”—Library Journal

 

“Do you know a young man twelve to seventeen years old who hates reading? This is the book for him! . . . A funfest of ghouls, zombie cattle, ghosts of various kinds, and lots of battles featuring decaying flesh and body parts. . . . Reads like the work of Douglas Adams. . . . One young reader gives highest praise: ‘I buy the book . . . and read it straight through! I’ve never done that in my life, but I couldn’t put it down.’”—Voices of Youth Advocates

 

“Delightfully droll, this comic romp will be a crowd-pleaser.”—Booklist

“Traditional necromantic horror treated as Southwestern fun.”—The San Diego Union-Tribune

“The story finds its footing through its personable likable characters and the absurdly awkward fight they put up against increasingly bizarre supernatural terrors. . . . Gil’s All Fright Diner really goes the extra mile to distinguish itself from the pack, creating a unique mythology and canon rather than relying on pre-established guidelines for its various creatures. . . . It’s an appetizing snack perfect for devouring quickly over a hot cop o’ joe.”—Fangoria

“If there’s any justice in this world, Martinez is already working on a sequel to star Duke, Earl, Cathy, and the ghost of a plucky little dog.”—Analog Science Fiction and Fact

“It’s horror both humorous and grisly, a twisted take on small-town America and buddy adventures.”—Locus

“A supernatural concoction spicier and tastier than a bowl of Texas red. . . . The funniest book you ever read about the undead, the occult, and Armageddon. . . . Martinez infuses his comic horror story with dry Texas wit, playing skillfully with the reader’s expectations and the hoary conventions of the horror genre.”—The Decatur Daily, Alabama

“The best book that I’ve read all year. . . . This is tale telling at its finest. Martinez’s writing flows as smoothly as cold draught beer. I recommend this one highly.”—Steve Vernon, Cemetery Dance

Gil’s All Fright Diner is a hoot of a novel. Fast-paced, Texas-wit-funny, sharply written, sharply observed. Pure blood-sweet entertainment from a Alex Martinez, a writer whose future books I look forward to.”—Joe R. Lansdale, author Sunset and Sawdust

“Can a vampire find true love with a ghost? Can a teenage witch open the gates of Hell? Anything can happen in A. Lee Martinez’s wacky debut.”—Charlaine Harris, bestselling author of Dead to the World

“Not since Christopher Moore has anyone managed to make The Damned so damned funny. Martinez’s Earl of Vampires and Duke of Werewolves are memorable characters, fully realized and totally plausible—if you believe in Texas, at least—and I hope to meet them again, and again.”—Spider Robinson, bestselling author of Callahan’s Con

“A rippingly wonderful novel, funny enough to wake the dead and gripping enough to captivate the living.”—David Lubar

The Decatur Daily (Alabama)
"A supernatural concoction spicier and tastier than a bowl of Texas red.
Cemetery Dance - Steve Vernon
"The best book that I've read all year. Martinez's writing flows as smoothly as cold draught beer. Highly recommended."
Locus
"It's horror both humorous and grisly, a twisted take on small-town America and buddy adventures."
Analog Science Fiction and Fact
"If there's any justice in this world, Martinez is already working on a sequel."
Booklist
"Delightfully droll, this comic romp will be a crowd-pleaser."
The San Diego Union-Tribune
"Traditional necromantic horror treated as Southwestern fun."
Fangoria
"It's an appetizing snack perfect for devouring quickly over a hot cop o' joe."
David Lubar
"A rippingly wonderful novel, funny enough to wake the dead and gripping enough to captivate the living."
Voices of Youth Advocates
"Do you know a young man twelve to seventeen years old who hates reading? This is the book for him!"
Alabama The Decatur Daily
"A supernatural concoction spicier and tastier than a bowl of Texas red."
author of Sunset and Sawdust Joe R. Lansdale
"A hoot of a novel. Pure blood-sweet entertainment from a writer whose future books I look forward to."
bestselling author of Dead to the World Charlaine Harris
"Can a vampire find love with a ghost? Can a teenage witch open the gates of Hell? Anything can happen."
bestselling author of Callahan's Con Spider Robinson
"Not since Christopher Moore has anyone managed to make The Damned so damned funny."
Library Journal
"[A] laugh-out-loud comic fantasy that should appeal to fans of Terry Brooks's Landover novels."
Publishers Weekly
"Fans of Douglas Adams will happily sink their teeth into this combo platter of raunchy laughs and ectoplasmic ecstasy."
Library Journal
When the manager of Gil's All Night Diner asks transient customers Duke and Earl to lend her some assistance against an onslaught of zombies, the pair agrees to take on the task for $100, revealing after the job is done that they know something about the supernatural: Duke is a werewolf, and Earl, his best friend, is a vampire. What begins as a one-night job turns into a regular employment opportunity as it becomes clear that someone has targeted the diner for some unknown reason. A teenage witch, a lonely ghost, and a mysterious cult with one member round out the cast of characters in this laugh-out-loud comic fantasy that should appeal to fans of Spider Robinson's Callaha tales and Terry Brooks's Landover novels. Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
School Library Journal
Adult/High School-Two friends-Earl (as in the Earl of Vampires) and Duke (as in the Duke of Werewolves)-are driving along one evening when their truck runs out of gas. They wind up at an all-night diner in Rockwood, a small desert town that has a bit of a zombie problem. They help Loretta, the diner's owner/cook, fend off the zombies that are drawn to her eatery. Impressed, she asks the two to stay on and help her take care of some other supernatural problems in the town and to learn who is raising the ghouls. Duke and Earl discover that Tammy (also known as Mistress Lilith, Queen of the Night) and her loyal but dumb boyfriend are plotting to end the world in order to resurrect the old gods. Similar in style and humor to the work of Douglas Adams and Joe R. Lansdale, and Shaun of the Dead, this comic horror-fantasy is packed with warped humor and action. The characters are likable, three-dimensional, and quirky. The story is fast paced, interesting, and unpredictable. Martinez carves out a nice little bit of entertainment with surprising depth.-Erin Dennington, Fairfax County Public Library, Chantilly, VA Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
A first novel explores the dynamics of the horror novel and comes up with Wolf Man Meets H.P. Lovecraft. After all, Universal Pictures started this whole horror revival back in the mid-1930s just as Lovecraft was departing to meet the old gods of Cthulhu, so why not meld the two scary venues into one? Here, Martinez leads us into the lives of Earl the Vampire and Duke the Wolf Man, who met on the night that Duke first changed from human to werewolf, attacked Earl in the woods and began eating his guts. We meet these two argumentative lowlifes in their ratty pickup truck as they pull into Gil's All Night Diner in Rockwood County in the middle of nowhere. Even in human form, Duke is huge. Earl, defying Bela Lugosi's Hungarian hauteur, has a really bad comb-over on his balding pate. Gil himself disappeared five years ago-to rule the universe, we later learn-and left fat Loretta to run his diner. Over the years she's shotgunned about 185 zombies, but they continue to attack the eatery in small groups. Duke and Earl decide to stick around and help Loretta ward off these unwelcome walking dead. It turns out that Rockwood County has been pestered in recent years by various occult disturbances, thanks to Tammy, a high-schooler intent on becoming Lilith, Queen of the Universe. To that end, she's been studying her abridged Necronomicon and raising zombies to take over Gil's diner as her very own gateway to Lovecraftville. Meanwhile, Earl comes across Cathy, an attractive teen ghost guarding a no-longer-used local graveyard, and they fall for each other. That's as much plot as you need to know. Promising launch for a buddy horror series. Who's next: Frankenstein?
Fangoria
"It's an appetizing snack perfect for devouring quickly over a hot cop o' joe."
Cemetery Dance
The best book that I've read all year. Martinez's writing flows as smoothly as cold draught beer. Highly recommended.

— Steve Vernon

author Sunset and Sawdust - Joe R. Lansdale
"A hoot of a novel. Pure blood-sweet entertainment from Martinez, a writer whose future books I look forward to.
bestselling author of Dead to the World - Charlaine Harris
"Can a vampire find true love? Can a teenage witch open the gates of Hell? Anything can happen in Martinez's wacky debut.
bestselling author of Callahan's Con - Spider Robinson
"Not since Christopher Moore has anyone managed to make The Damned so damned funny.
author Sunset and Sawdust Joe R. Lansdale
"A hoot of a novel. Pure blood-sweet entertainment from Martinez, a writer whose future books I look forward to."
author of Hidden Talents and Flip David Lubar
"A rippingly wonderful novel, funny enough to wake the dead and gripping enough to captivate the living."
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780765350015
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 6/27/2006
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 288
  • Sales rank: 253,901
  • Product dimensions: 4.17 (w) x 6.87 (h) x 0.75 (d)

Meet the Author

A. Lee Martinez lives in Terrell, Texas.

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CHAPTER ONE

In the middle of nowhere, along a quiet stretch of road, the diner dreamt of the hungry dead. And of two men.

Well, not men exactly.

Earl bounced in his seat as the pickup quaked. His beer slipped and settled in his lap. He grunted curses as he snatched up the can too late to prevent a yellow puddle around his groin.

"Hell, Duke, do you gotta hit every goddamn hole in the road?"

Duke shrugged and offered a mumbled apology.

"Yeah, well just try and watch it."

Earl reached into the pool of empty beers. "Damn it, Duke! If that's the last beer, I'm going to have to kick your ass." Like Arthur with Excalibur, he withdrew a full beer. "You got lucky." He popped it open and gulped down half its contents.

Duke grunted.

"How we doing on gas?" asked Earl.

"We got enough."

"How much we got?"

"Enough."

"Damn it, Duke, can't you just answer a goddamn question?"

Duke took a moment to lean out his window and spit. "We got enough, Earl."

The rusty gray truck bounced down the dusty road, more of a dirt trail really. Worn shocks were helpless against the rocky, hole-ridden roadway, and with each jolt, the engine rattled as if it might rip free. The tape player didn't work; something the passengers had learned at the cost of a Hank Williams, Jr. cassette. Spools of black tape hung from the radio's jaws, the inevitable end of an unsuccessful rescue attempt. The passengers rode in silence with only the clatter of seventy-six empty beer cans to fill the quiet. Seventy-six was the exact number of tallboys that could fit in the front seat before space limitations demanded a transfer to the bed.

The vehicle was an unlikely means of transport for the Earl of Vampires and the Duke of Werewolves. But for a vampire who happened to be named Earl and a werewolf who liked to be called Duke, it was perfectly acceptable. Truth be told, they had called on much worse when the occasion demanded it.

"We got like thirty more miles to the nearest station, y'know?" Earl glanced at the fuel gauge. It trembled on empty. "Shit. Should'a filled up at the last place. I told'ja, didn't I?"

He contented himself by tossing dirty looks Duke's way the next few minutes.

The vampire was a stringy fellow, pale—as one would expect—with an overbite, a large nose, and a ridiculously unsuccessful comb-over. The werewolf was large and hairy, even in his current man form. His monstrous gut barely managed to squeeze behind the steering wheel. A green baseball cap tried, and failed miserably, to contain the thick mane of dark brown hair atop his head. He had never been able to grow a beard, but a permanent five o'clock shadow covered his face.

Earl wore threadbare overalls that were at least as old as he was. (Which, for the record, was much older than he looked but still not all that old for a vampire.) Duke wore denim jeans, a leather jacket, and a T-shirt emblazoned with the slogan NO FAT CHICKS.

"Next chance we get, Duke, we should get some new tires, too."

"Tires are fine."

"This one's ready to blow."

"No it ain't."

"What the fuck to do you know about tires, dipshit?"

"I know it ain't going to blow."

"Fine, but when it does, you're changing it."

"Fine."

Duke didn't bother to point out the truck was currently riding on its spare.

Rattling quiet fell on the cab once again. It lasted through the next half-hour. The pickup's working headlight cut through the darkness of a cloudy night and sliver of a moon. The occasional forlorn mailbox or animal carcass marked the otherwise unremarkable miles. Finally, a beacon of shimmering neon dared pierce the dark. It was a ten-foot sign beside a bunker of concrete. The sign read GIL'S ALL NIGHT DINER.

Duke pulled off. "I'm hungry," he explained, before Earl could set about busting his balls.

Earl set about to busting anyway. "You could'a ate earlier. I told'ja to get something earlier."

"Wasn't hungry then." Duke tugged the brim of his cap so that it nearly covered his eyes as he pulled his girth free of the driver's seat. The pickup's suspension groaned as the truck rose three inches.

"You could'a got a sandwich. That's your problem. You never think ahead. You're always living in the now. You've got one of them there reactive minds."

Duke cursed the day Earl had gotten his hands on a dog-eared copy of Dianetics.

The werewolf stopped to sniff the air.

"Now what?" Earl asked.

"Nuthin'." He tilted his head. "Thought I smelt sumthin' for a minute there."

"What? What d'ja think you smell?"

"Zombies."

"Jeezus, Duke, there ain't nuthin' for a hundred miles. Where the hell would zombies come from?"

"Over there."

Duke jerked his thumb over his shoulder as he entered the diner. As if on cue, the dust raised by the pickup's arrival settled, revealing a small cemetery.

"Oh."

Duke went inside.

A big, black raven perched atop the diner's neon sign. The bird tilted its head to stare at Earl with one cruel ebony eye.

"What are you looking at?"

He flung a pebble at the raven but missed. The bird didn't seem to care. It stayed on its perch without ruffling a feather. Sighing, Earl headed inside.

Duke's worn hiking boots squeaked with each step across the diner's worn linoleum floor. Earl's flip flops mutely thumped. The diner was abnormally large given its desolate location. There were enough booths, tables, and barstools to service a small army. But the room was empty. The overhead lights hummed obnoxiously. Two cheap desert landscapes hung by the bathrooms. A potted fern hung from a support column. A cracked ceramic pot sat in a corner. These efforts failed miserably to add character, and the place was so devoid as to be almost vulgar in its blandness.

The most eye-catching detail was a brownish red stain, about a foot long at its widest, at the base of the column. A normal person wouldn't give it much thought, mistaking it for rust or mildew. But both Earl and Duke had sensitive noses. It smelled of blood. The stain looked old, but the odor, though subtle, was fresh.

A voice came from the back. "Be right with you."

They found seats at the counter. The odor of grease made Duke's stomach rumble.

Earl continued with his psychoanalysis. "Now me, I've got goals, and my mind acts upon those goals in an enlightened manner. I've achieved myself a state of clear. Whereas you just act on whatever impulse enters that fool head of yours."

"Least I got myself a shadow."

The vampire glanced at the floor. His shadow was indeed gone again. It did that quite often. Sometimes disappearing for hours or even days. Earl always hated that. He just knew that wherever it went, it was having a better time than him. And when it was in its rightful place, it had a tendency to move around against his will, taunting him and making a general nuisance of itself. Of all the problems of the undead (too many to list, really) the shadow was perhaps the most trivial yet most annoying.

Knowing how much it bothered Earl, Duke cracked a hint of a smile.

Earl scoured his mind for a clever comeback. He finally settled for a snarled, "Fuck you."

The kitchen doors swung open, and a tall, plump woman lurched into the front. She wore a T-shirt and jean cutoffs that hugged her jiggling behind, but only barely. Cellulite rolled down her legs in flapping waves with each step. A soiled apron stretched across her immense breasts. Her hair, a frazzled bleached-blonde mess, slung to the left of her face and just past her shoulders. She smiled, revealing teeth the size and color of corn kernels. A stained tag pinned to her collar had the name Loretta in bright green letters next to a beaming happy face.

"Morning, boys. What can I get you?"

Duke fished deep into his pockets and dropped a handful of crumpled bills and eighty-three cents in change. "What'll that get me?"

The waitress pushed the money around with the eraser end of her pencil. "Grilled cheese sandwich, some fries, cuppa chili, and a Coke."

He nodded.

"Nuthin' for me, thanks," Earl piped in. "I already ate."

Loretta disappeared into the back. Duke, who had seen a man's fresh innards spilt upon the ground on more than one occasion, averted his eyes from the disagreeable trembling flesh of her exit. Earl was too busy looking for his shadow to notice.

The waitress's head bobbed about in the rectangular window that allowed a glimpse into the kitchen. "Where you boys headed?"

"Nowhere in particular," Earl replied. "Just driving."

"Nuthin' wrong with that. Hell, sometimes I wish I could pull up stakes and just go wherever the Good Lord sees fit to take me." She slapped something on the grill, and sizzling filled the air. "You boys didn't see nuthin' strange on your way in, did'ja?"

Earl snorted. "Strange like what?"

"Nuthin'. You'd know it if you saw it. So where you from?"

"Around."

She grinned. "Sorry, I just get to chatting on these slow nights. Don't mean to pry into your business."

Ten minutes later, she set a plate before Duke. The cheese dripped a puddle of grease, and the fries were soggy and brown. The chili was steaming hot, though. He dipped his spoon into the thick brown concoction and took a bite.

"How is it?" Earl asked.

"Good. Little heavy on the garlic."

Duke leaned close and let his traveling companion get a strong whiff of his breath. Earl recoiled, tumbling off his stool and hitting the floor. His nostrils flared, and his face contorted into a scowl.

"You asshole."

Duke chuckled.

Loretta smiled. Her smile vanished as her eyes fell on the glass diner doors. "Aw, damn it. Not tonight."

Earl glanced to the front. Nine shambling corpses in various stages of decay were pressed against the glass. Their yellow eyes (for those that had eyes) stared hungrily. Purple tongues licked peeling lips.

"Told'ja I smelt zombies," Duke said without turning from his meal.

The walking dead smashed their way through the glass doors. The lead corpse, in a blue paisley suit, stumped forward on stiff legs.

"Don't you worry none, boys. I'll handle this."

Loretta pulled a double-barreled shotgun from behind the counter, took aim, and squeezed the trigger. The blue-suited zombie's head exploded in a rain of dirt, bone, and maggots. The corpse took one more step before falling over. The next zombie suffered the exact same fate.

She removed the spent shells and fumbled around under the counter. "Damn. I'm out of ammo. Hold on. I got some more in the back." With a speed that belied her size, she rushed into the kitchen.

The seven remaining zombies shuffled forward, slowly closing the fifteen feet from the door to the customers.

"You wanna handle this, Duke?"

"I'm eating."

"You saying I'm afraid?"

Duke sighed. For an enlightened vampire, Earl could be damned sensitive.

"I didn't say nuthin' of the sort."

"You implied it."

"Damn it, Earl. If I got sumthin' to say, I just say it. I don't imply shit." The werewolf swallowed a third of his sandwich in one bite. "Anyhow, don't you got one of them clear minds. I didn't think you got scared."

"I'll show you who's scared."

The vampire rolled up his sleeves and walked up to a zombie. He unleashed a clumsy right hook. His target made no effort to get out of the way. The zombie's jawbone flew across the room with a dry crack. He stumbled back.

"I ain't scared of nuthin'."

He landed another punch on a second opponent. Her head spun around to face her back.

"I'm immortal, you dipshit!" Earl shouted to Duke. "You think a bunch of worm-ridden pricks are gonna bother me?"

He summoned all his unnatural strength and thrust his fist into a zombie's chest. Fragile ribs and desiccated organs gave way, and his forearm thrust through the corpse. He pulled, but the arm was stuck.

"Goddamn."

The impaled zombie grabbed him by the throat. Vampires didn't need to breathe, but even the undead could be inconvenienced by a crushed larynx. Earl kicked his attacker's thin leg. The limb broke off at the knee. The hopping zombie tightened its grip as its brothers and sisters encircled their prey.

"Uh, Duke," Earl rasped, "A little help here."

The corpses fell upon him in a hog pile.

"Shit."

Duke stuffed a handful of soggy fries into his mouth and took off his jacket followed by his T-shirt. He was in the middle of unlacing his boots when Loretta returned. "Where's your friend?"

He nodded towards the mound of moaning dead.

She blasted two of the corpses on top and reloaded hastily. "I'm really sorry about your friend there. How about a free slice of apple pie? Just let me take care of these godless abominations first."

Duke pulled off his jeans and stood completely naked. The werewolf found it saved time not to bother wearing underwear. He tossed his clothes in a heap on the counter.

"That's alright. I got it."

The bear of a man transformed into a wolf of a man. His impressive six-foot-five frame expanded and widened into a hairy ape-like shape. Powerful muscles bulged beneath coal black fur. Terrible claws sprouted from his fingertips. Thick yellow teeth grew from his gums. Duke dropped to all fours.

"Damnation," Loretta uttered breathlessly.

Your average zombie is not a combat machine. Their fighting prowess springs from a single-minded determination and a certain walking corpse stick-to-itiveness. Your average werewolf is an unrivaled killing machine, vicious teeth and claws coupled with supernatural grace, power, and the ultimate predatory instincts. Duke was not your average werewolf. He cut a swath through the corpses, twisting off their heads with casual effort. Within four seconds, the five remaining corpses were sprawled on the floor in a twitching mass.

"Damn it, Duke," Earl growled. "I think one of those things took a bite out of me."

Duke chuckled dryly. "Zombies ain't got no stomach for undead flesh. You know that." He walked back to the counter and had a seat. The metal stool bent under his full lycanthrope weight.

"Now, how 'bout some of that pie?"

Loretta eased back the shotgun's hammers. "You boys ain't planning on any funny business?"

"That depends on the pie."

"Actually, ma'am, we ain't killed nobody in ages," Earl reassured her.

"What about that trucker last Tuesday?" Duke asked.

"Oh hell, he don't count. He was asking for it. Look, miss, under all that hair, Duke is just a big ol' puppy dog, and I already ate. What say you lower that. We won't hurt you, and unless you got silver buckshot in there, it won't really do much to either of us."

Loretta, seeing the wisdom of his words, laid her shotgun on the counter. "Well, you fellas seem nice enough, and you did save me some ammunition. Guess a free slice of pie ain't too much to ask in return."

She went to the rotating pastry display, currently empty save for half an apple pie.

"This sort of thing happen much around here?" Earl asked.

She sighed. "Every couple of weeks. It's usually only three or four of the bastards. I don't have to tell you, it's really cut into my business."

"You tried anything about it yet?"

"Got the preacher to bless and exorcise the cemetery after the second time. I guess it didn't take. After that, I figured I could wait them out. That's the weird part. Can't be more than a hundred graves in that place, but I've killed more than a hundred and fifty since. Hundred and eighty-one counting that batch. Damned if I can reckon where they're all coming from. Nobody's been buried in there for years."

"Sounds like a problem," Earl remarked.

She nodded, setting a plate before Duke.

The werewolf wrapped his immense hands around a fork and took an experimental bite.

"Well?"

She stared at his wolf's head, looking for any sign of a smile on his muzzle.

"He likes it." Earl pointed to the werewolf's briskly wagging tail.

"Glad to hear it. I made it myself."

She clapped her meaty hands together. "Say, you fellas looking for work?"

"We can look into that zombie problem for you," Earl agreed.

"Actually, I was talking about helping me lay a new gas line for my stove. But if you take care of those damn corpses, I'd throw in a hundred bucks and some gas."

The werewolf and the vampire exchanged thoughtful glances.

Duke slid his empty plate toward her. "Throw in another piece, and you got yourself a deal."

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  • Posted February 15, 2011

    I recommend this to anyone who enjoys a good laugh

    I picked this book up at a Barnes & Noble store based on the title alone. It was the first of A. Lee Martinez's books that I read, and I loved it. Very funny stuff. I am excited that it is finally available for my nook!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 17, 2014

    Loved this!

    I loved this story

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  • Posted January 13, 2014

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    The first book by Martinez, it is one I might have hesitated abo

    The first book by Martinez, it is one I might have hesitated about if it were my choice to bestow an award. I have usually known authors to receive awards for later books, so Martinez maybe could himself a lucky man. The book was enjoyable in its own right, a bit immature and sweaty at times—referring to young peoples’ hormones. It has kind of a dark edge to it and maintains its humor. Not bad for a first book.

    I would recommend this product along with Sirens of Morning Light by Benjamin Anderson, a quest for a man in Iowa to regain his identity, which becomes entangled with people who claim to have known him when he discovers he is a scientific experiment. Make sure not to miss either book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2013

    Awesome book!

    I am officially in love with this author. I do not usually write reviews but this book is refreshing...I have grown bored of a lot of books and authors but this story was thouroughly entertaining. I recommend it 100%

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 5, 2013

    HELP!!!!!!

    How long is it???

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 26, 2013

    Another good read...

    A.L. Martinez is always entertaining with new twists on predictable themes. For some solid witty mental bubble gum, this is another enjoyable chews...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2013

    Love this book.

    One of the fun and original book to read in a while he has a new fan.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 14, 2013

    Fun and easy

    I loved this book! It was funny and very entertaining. I also recommend reading the authors other books. You wont be disappointed.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 26, 2012

    11th result for fright

    ?

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 14, 2012

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    Highly Recommended

    Normally I don't like science fiction, or werewolves or that sort of thing. This book changed all of that. Written in extremely entertaining prose, I couldn't put it down. I loves the relationship between the two title characters and the author's writing style is very easy and fun! Take the risk...you'll be glad you did!

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  • Posted July 2, 2011

    Horror, Romance, and more than a few laughs

    Good times through and through.

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  • Posted June 26, 2011

    His first book and my favorite.

    Best werewolf and vampire aliance EVER!!!!

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 28, 2010

    Bought the book for the title, and it was worth it

    Very funny stuff, and this is going to be Dreamworks movie once they figure out how to do the story with no profanity. Please make this into a nookbook! It's one of Martinez's best books.

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  • Posted September 16, 2010

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    Lots of fun

    I giggled my way through this book. You can't go wrong with a vampire who's afraid of ghosts, a werewolf with a serious bear belly, zombie cows ready to eat you, and an evil spirit that lives inside a magic eight ball. It was a fun read.

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  • Posted April 29, 2010

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    A Really Good, Funny Read

    Honestly, the only negative thing I can say about this book is that I wish J.L. Martinez would write sequels. This is a really funny, creative story, and fans of horror/fantasy novels should enjoy it immensely. There's something very clever about how Martinez takes a bunch of cliches from both genres and makes them new and interesting: vampires, werewolves, seductive enchantresses. You'll find all of these in the book, but they're quite different (and more humorous) than you would expect. At the same time, the plot is really engaging, and I found myself turning pages quite quickly to find out what would happen. Overall, definitely worth a read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 8, 2010

    Gil's All Fright Diner

    Fun read. Love the writing style, laid back. You almost could be there!

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  • Posted March 23, 2010

    Entertaining

    Very good read!

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  • Posted February 24, 2010

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    Fun Little Romp

    A vampire, a werewolf, a ghost dog with lots of heart, and zombie cows... What's not to love? It was a quick read, definitely different, and gave me several laughs along the way. A nice weekend or rainy day story, or just an easy story to make you giggle on a bad day.

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  • Posted April 28, 2009

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    Delightfully Offbeat

    A. Lee Martinez's style is an undeniable collaboration of hilarity and suspenseful absurdity.

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  • Posted March 4, 2009

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    I love this book!

    I really love this book. You must read it. That is all I have to say - I LOVE THIS BOOK!

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