4 out of 5 Stars
As a vampire fan, I was happy to read this digital, short novella which the Author offers for free to his fans. It’s part of the Infinite Vampire series.
It’s written as a journal of 18 year-old vampire Sophia Lorraine, and I mean literally handwritten — you won’t find any typed text inside. What you will find, along with the handwritten journal entries, are Sophia’s drawings to help tell her story. Her journal entries are detailed and humorous as we read that the West Coast of the U.S. is being overrun with zombies. Her entries become a story of survival. Will she survive? You’ll have to read to find out.
It was a very quick read. I enjoyed Sophia’s story and will be adding the remaining books of the series to my To Be Read list.
Reviewed by Vampire Fan
Our Blog was given this book in exchange for an honest review.
This documents one survivor’s journey and marks the beginning of the Infinite Vampire adventure. It features over two dozen custom, pen and ink drawings and 96 pages of handwritten story.
SOPHIA’S JOURNAL will never be sold as a digital download. It is an exclusive gift to M. Lorrox fans!
About The Author:
I’m an emerging American author. My story is like any good novel; it’s full of mystery, suspense, drama, and comedy. Hopefully my story turns into a fine wine—instead of a stinky cheese. In any case, while I’m writing that book (as slowly as possible), here are some highlights so far:
• I was raised in a barn in rural, upstate New York. It was cold. We had a wood-burning furnace that never worked well. I gained an early appreciation for sweaters.
• In junior high, I tried…and failed, to publish a book about dragon science. I still have the manuscript, and I’ll publish it someday.
• In college, I made up some BS, then earned a MFA in story-telling. I learned Northern Shaolin Kung Fu and taught it for a while.
• After college, I discovered I had problems with authority… And conformity… And bigotry… And misogyny… And etc., etc., etc. I tried to make small changes while still fitting in, then I gave up on fitting in altogether, and I started flipping tables like no tomorrow.
• I bought a motorcycle and crashed it. Then I fixed it and kept riding. Hey, want to harden your nerves? Spend a couple years riding 25 miles a day, rain or shine, on Route 66 and the 495 Beltway of DC in rush hour. You’ll either be dead or a badass.
• After gaining badass status, I wanted to postpone putting that last update on a gravestone, so I decided to move out of the busy DC area. Instead of renewing the lease on my apartment, I signed up for an awesome gym membership, moved my stuff into storage, and squatted in a DC warehouse for a few months. I worked out and showered daily at the gym, which required me to carry various bags around. Homeless people on my routes thought I was also homeless, and they would offer me advice. I always thanked them.
• After six months of shenanigans, I decided to push my luck in DC, and I signed a lease for an affordable apartment on the top floor of a building. The roof collapsed on me on Valentine’s Day. I took a selfie with the rubble on my head; I was pissed.
• I now live in Durham, North Carolina in a nice, warm house with a good roof. My local gym isn’t fancy, but it does the job. I enjoy riding my motorcycle to local coffee shops, very safely. Most importantly, I continue flipping tables like no tomorrow.