Horror is always game for a life; no bone is left unturned, no body ignored in the haunt for a good joke.  In the pages that follow, punishments are meted out in inventive fashion, a his-and-hearse mix of stories utterly in tomb with each other.  Language, it seems, is truly the Devil’s plaything, and why should he have all the good jokes?  After all, are we not all entitled to carrion laughing?  In the end, dying is awfully good at raising the spirits and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

Thus another book from the UK and this one a long, long time in coming, but late Monday the word came from Editor PUNbookOFhorrorTheresa Derwin that TERROR TREE PUN BOOK OF HORROR (cf. January 27 2015, March 8 2014, et probably al.) has been published in print, with an ebook version to go live, hopefully, by the end of July.  Other changes are also afoot, with Teresa stepping back somewhat from publishing, though not entirely, including Steve Shaw taking over the ownership of Knight Watch Press.

But getting back to the book at hand, my tale is one of zombies and the running of the bulls at Pamplona, Spain,* titled “Olé Bubba and the Forty Steves” and originally published in 2005 in Yard Dog Press’s INTERNATIONAL HOUSE OF BUBBAS.  For more, check out its entry on Amazon (including the opening quote, above) by clicking here.
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*In one of those kinds of coincidences that couldn’t possibly be planned, Monday was also the opening of this year’s Festival of San Fermin in Pamplona, with this morning marking the beginning of the eight days of “Running of the Bulls” ending July 14.  For those good with Spanish, to get more from the (as it were) horse’s mouth, check here.

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  1. Congrats! I tried for that one, but they weren’t interested. 🙂

  2. As is shown in one photo, a fellow got gored running ze boolz (toros) –why would anyone want to do that, anyway? What would Barbara Stanwyck say?

  3. Hi Marge! I suppose I could see myself in my teens or early twenties being caught in the moment and considering taking my chances, but in my older and more cynical age I find myself wondering if one were gored, but patched up quickly enough to get to the arena that afternoon (that is, where the bulls are being run to, for the afternoon’s bull fights), when “my” bull’s turn came up should I cheer for him as a courteous deference to his skills, or cheer twice as hard for the matador but also request a steak or two afterward as compensation. : )=




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