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THE HOUSE OF ZABKA

First book of fiction forthcoming in March 2013 from Deathless Press!!! Yippie.

It's a fairy tale. It's called The House of Zabka.


Genre blending. Mr. Vonnegut, miss Aimee Bender, mr. Shane Jones, mr. Cameron Piece (of lost in Cat Brain Land), Miss Jeanette Winterson, Mr. Kenneth Koch (of red robbins fame). These and more (or less) are in there.

A bizarro/fairy tale story of elves who live in the house of Zabka, a girl named named Carrie and her sausage dog, a plastic dragon (you can send a text message to make it breathe fire), a secret operation to install  mesh in the groin, an invasion of frogs, grumpy gorale from Zakopane, a glass lake, a village hit called latto latto

AND MORE . . MUCH MORE . .


The action happens in THE FORBIDDEN ZONE of Katowice, southern Poland.



MEANWHILE I HAVE STARTED A FICTION BLOG . . . MIGHT BE OVER THERE MORE THAN OVER HERE . . ROUGH DRAFTS  . . NOTES AND SCRATCHINGS AND SO ON . .


I like the tumblr feel.

New blog of fiction over here:


http://marcusslease.tumblr.com/

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