Zombies Christmas Carol

There will be no singing this Christmas - only screaming! Marvel presents Charles Dickens' classic A Christmas Carol - with a ghoulish twist! As London is overrun by a plague known as the "Hungry Death" - a disease spreading rapidly among the surplus population - the poor turn into the undead and hunger unendingly. When the disease spreads from the workhouses to the public, only one person can turn the zombie tide and save Christmas for all: that humbug, Ebenezer Scrooge. God help us, everyone... COLLECTING: ZOMBIES CHRISTMAS CAROL 1-5

The snow is falling, the holidays are approaching and…It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Zombies! This delightfully depraved book of classic Zombie Christmas carols by Michael P. Spradlin is guaranteed to spread Yuletide cheer to all those good boys and ghouls who devoured the monster New York Times bestsellers Pride and Prejudice and Zombies and World War Z, as well as fans of 28 Days Later and Shaun of the Dead. With an introduction by the inimitable Christopher Moore—bestselling author of Bloodsucking Fiends, You Suck, andthe classic “heartwarming tale of Christmas terror” The Stupidest Angel—It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Zombies is a great gift for stuffing into a Christmas stocking…provided you remove the bloody severed foot first!

This exciting and bloodthirsty story tells of the sour and stingy Ebenezer Scrooge and his epic journey of transformation and redemption, brought about by a plague of ravenous zombies. After the supernatural visitations of the long dead Jacob Marley, himself killed by zombies and the Ghosts of Christmases Past, Present, and Yet to Come he comes to realise that he is London's only hope. In a city under siege by the undead there is only one man with the character and sense of mind able to stand in their way. A thrilling and unusual twist on the festive tale originally written by Charles Dickens.

“One of America’s best satiric novelists” (Kirkus Reviews), S. G. Browne seamlessly gift wraps this horrific and hilarious sequel to his “extremely strong” (Publishers Weekly, starred review) zombie novel Breathers. He sees you when you’re sleeping . . . he knows when you’re undead. How does the leader of a failed zombie civil rights movement from California rescue a group of his undead brethren and help a lonely Breather girl as he hides from a band of medical researchers while disguised as Santa Claus? If you’ve never believed in Christmas miracles, then you wouldn’t understand. Andy Warner has just escaped from a zombie research facility in Portland, Oregon, where he’s been subjected to experimental testing for the past year. With Christmas just days away, Andy figures that donning a jolly old St. Nick costume to throw off his would-be captors is just the ticket. But he never expects to encounter a sweet, lonesome nine-year-old girl who not only reminds Andy of the family he’s lost but who thinks he’s the real Santa. He also doesn’t count on being recognized as last year’s national quasi-celebrity by a clandestine group of decaying supporters who look to him for leadership. For the living and the undead, this unforgettable holiday tale will truly put on display just who is gnawing and who is nice. . . .

The eeriness of spectral visitors is not all that haunts Ebenezer Scrooge. Since his youth Ebenezer Scrooge’s world has been one of death. The dead roam the land and he is the most ruthless zombie slayer and seeks nothing but to eradicate this plague from the world and the coin to do it. So begins A Zombie Christmas Carol, an expanded version of the beloved classic by Charles Dickens, showing a dark world where Ebenezer Scrooge had to harden himself to fight the undead but was it at a higher cost than even he realized, was his methodology against the zombies the only thing his fellow man needs to survive or his there more to the holiday spirit of mankind, as the three Spirits of Christmas Past, Present, and Yet To Come, dispatched by his old zombie slaying partner Jacob Marley illuminate Scrooge on other aspects of his past exploits and his future fate if shadows remain unchanged; blood spilling zombie mayhem may not be the worst fate for Ebenezer Scrooge.

A miser learns the true meaning of Christmas when three ghostly visitors review his past and foretell his future.

Matchmaking is a tough job, even for guardian angels. It should have been a simple Christmas task: answer nice, old Mr. Shepherd's prayer for his favorite tenants. Gabby D'Angelo and Dr. Mike Archer were perfect for each other--destined to meet eventually, anyhow. Just sprinkle some matchmaking magic on them--slow down their busy lives so they finally noticed each other. That's all Jack, their guardian angel, had to do . . . A little mistake in heavenly calculations means Jack has to wing it . . . and the lucky couple is about to get a lesson in love and miracles. Gabby stared at the beautiful baby the officer placed in her arms. It was a newborn, not more than a few days old. Why was the officer handing her a baby he'd found in her stolen car--he assumed it was hers? She almost blurted out that question, but the baby shifted and waved its arms as it slept. On one was a hospital bracelet. Gabby smiled with relief. The bracelet would identify the real parents. She turned it to read the information. Her neighbor Mike bent his handsome head beside hers, so he could see, too. Carol. The baby's name. She'd been born right after midnight on Christmas night. Gabby stared at the parent's names. Mike inhaled sharply. Gabrielle D'Angelo and Mike Archer.

Award nominated SF author Adam Roberts takes on Dickens in this festive zombie gorefest. Marley was dead. To begin with. The legendary Ebenezeer Scrooge sits in his house counting money. The boards that he has nailed up over the doors and the windows shudder and shake under the blows from the endless zombie hordes that crowd the streets hungering for his flesh and his miserly braaaaiiiiiinns! Just how did the happiest day of the year slip into a welter of blood, innards and shambling, ravenous undead on the snowy streets of old London town? Will the ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Future be able to stop the world from drowning under a top-hatted and crinolined zombie horde? It's the Dickensian Zombie Apocalypse - God Bless us, one and all!