I've been reading and enjoying the hell out of Hunter Shea's work for a few years now, and I can always, always count on him to deliver some good gory fun. His latest endeavor is a Patreon-exclusive serialized novel, with a new chapter going up each and every month until the book is done. But it's not just any novel. Oh no. It's a great big tie-in event, drawing together a number of characters from Shea's previous cryptid-centric horror novels for a massive creature-feature blow out.
Did I mention there's a cool twist to how this whole thing is shaking loose? Well, maybe I'll leave that to Hunter, or you can head over to his Patreon page and learn all there is to know about Clash of the Cryptids!
Take it away, Hunter!
FROM THE DESK OF HUNTER SHEA:
How would you feel if you saw your name in a book? Better yet, what if in that book, you were battling Bigfoot, flying on back of a Thunderbird, or plotting a way to avert disaster with Mothman?
Imagine being able to write that book alongside the author, suggesting cryptids and characters, plot twists and action scenes.
Pretty cool, huh?
Thanks to my latest project, CLASH OF THE CRYPTIDS, all of that is possible and more. Forget zombies and vampires. They’ve had their moment in the dark. The time of monsters, the mythic creatures that lurk in our forests, skies, lakes, and oceans, is upon us!
CLASH OF THE CRYPTIDS is a monthly choose your adventure serial that will be filled with dozens of monsters and characters from my previous books. Supporters can also become characters in the book and be amazed by the horrible things Bigfoot and I conjure up to do to them. Best of all, readers determine the course of the story and can suggest their favorite monsters to come to life in the tale.
My very first cryptid book was a nasty little novella called Swamp Monster Massacre. The anti-hero of that book was a thug named Rooster Murphy. By the end of Swampy, Rooster had murdered an entire extended family of Skunk Apes in the Everglades, setting fire to the last bunch and watching them burn with Lizzie, a young woman who’d lost her twin to Skunk Ape rage. I loved Rooster. Writing his dialogue was wicked, very wrong and wonderful. CLASH OF THE CRYPTIDS starts with the return of Rooster, chilling with a PBR and beer at a New Hampshire drive-in. His night is ruined when a little girl is snatched by a “gorilla” and Rooster is pulled back into the squatch bashing business.
The man has a mighty chip on his shoulder. He just wants to whup some Bigfoot ass. Little does he know, it’s not going to stop at the drive-in. The world is about to erupt, and Rooster will find himself smack in the middle of the storm.
In the words of Rooster, “Get off your ass and sign up to read CLASH OF THE CRYPTIDS. Don’t make me have to do something you’ll regret.” Hey, Rooster said it, not me. Personally, I’m scared to death of the man.
To read CLASH OF THE CRYPTIDS and become part of horror history, click here!