Diary of Steve the Noob 8 (An Unofficial Minecraft Book) (Diary of Steve the Noob Collection)This Minecraft diary is over 8,000 words with 16 pictures to accompany the story.Ah, the confrontation with the Skeleton King. How will Steve ever defeat such a fearsome foe? Especially since his friends have abandoned him. This will be the Slime Slayer's most difficult fight yet. Let's hope he makes it out alive... if not, could this be the last volume of Steve the Noob? Find out by reading today. Disclaimer: This book is a work of fanfiction; it is not an official Minecraft book. It is not endorsed, authorized, licensed, sponsored, or supported by Mojang ...
Fresh brains roasting on an open fire . . . Outside the temperature's dropping. The snow is falling, blanketing the world in white. Sleigh bells are jingling. Soon it will be that most wondrous time of the year That time of flesh-devouring zombie horror Yes, Christmas is on its way--and all the little boys and ghouls are dreaming of stockings filled with candied eyes and bleeding body parts. You'd better watch out Santa Claws is coming to town--and he knows who's been naughty, who's been naughtier . . . and who'll taste best with a nice glass of Chianti In celebration of this merry macabre season, we present a peerless compendium of more than two dozen of the most soul-stirring, brain-boiling carols composed specifically for the decomposing. Holiday favorites such as "I Saw Mommy Chewing Santa Claus," "Deck the Halls with Parts of Wally," and "We Three Spleens" are guaranteed to lift the spirits of the lumbering, shuffling undead and their temporarily still breathing meals-to-be. So put down your gore-splattered baseball bats and raise your voices in song And sing loudly--to drown out all the screaming.
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!