I'm having a little struggle with my web domain, isaacmarion.com, so if you're trying to get there and you end up here instead, go to https://isaac-marion.squarespace.com
Hey everyone, I have moved all operations over to my official author website.
It's bare bones for now but eventually it will be a properly professional website that will look good and be easy for me to update and easy for you to comment on and socialize in, very unlike this one.
So, yeah...don't come here anymore. This site will be frozen in amber like the dinosaur HTML it was built from. Go to www.isaacmarion.com
UPDATE: my domain got stolen by a squatter and I'm currently fighting to get it back so for now, please go to http://isaac-marion.squarespace.com instead.
July 5th, 2016
I'm so excited. I hope you are too. It's going to be a weird and wonderful ride to the conclusion of this story, and while I'm sorry we have wait another year to get there, keep in mind The Burning World is nearly twice the length of Warm Bodies, so you're going to have plenty to chew on. (no zombie pun intended, ever.)
I get it. You're confused. So am I. But it goes something like this.
In 2011, I published Warm Bodies.
In 2013 I published a prequel novella called The New Hunger. I chose to publish it exclusively through Zola Books, an experimental startup that was still in beta and has yet to blossom into its final form.
This was probably not the smartest way to follow up my big debut.
The New Hunger was available only as an ebook, and only on Zola, a brand new, unfinished service that no one had heard of. Even people searching for the book by name often couldn't find it. It was a very, very soft release.
Later that year, a paperback edition finally came out--in the UK. And Thailand. And nowhere else.
Publishing is weird.
In the US, it remained entangled in a complex web of publishing machinations, and I threw up my hands and tried to forget about it while I worked on the sequel.
Now, after three years in limbo, this bruised and neglected novella is finally going to be a real book, available everywhere in the English-speaking world.*
If you're one of the loyal handful who's already read this via Zola or the UK edition, I want to note that this edition has been revised and expanded. There is a new prologue and epilogue and various smaller changes and additions throughout. I won't tell you that it's essential content and that you absolutely must buy another copy, but it is new and it is relevant to the upcoming sequel.**
The book will hit shelves--real shelves made of wood!--on OCTOBER 6.
You can preorder now, before you forget, from any of these fine retailers:
Dear cloud of 1s and 0s floating around my head:
It has come to my attention that I haven't said a word to this lonely blog in almost a year. I have said many words to Twitter and Tumblr but some of you are serious professionals and rely on actual Web Logs for your information and to you, I apologize. Here are some words.
I'm still alive (barely.) I'm still writing (madly.) It's almost done (really.)
More words soon.
For publisher pitching purposes, I was asked to write a detailed synopsis of everything that's going to happen in Book 3, which is kind of like writing the whole book in Cliff's Notes. Everything's there, it's just simpler and shorter. For example, instead of several chapters describing Frodo's journey from Shelob's cave through the Orc fort and into the Cracks of Doom, you'd get, "Frodo simply walks into Mordor."
The end result is a compact little model of the story that you can hold in one hand and examine, and many thoughts occurred to me as I examined it. One was holy shit, this is a weird book. Not only for its contents, which are pretty weird (zombies, semi-zombies, maybe-zombies, ghosts, goats, boats, gaps in reality, and trippy philosophical pseudo-magic) but for how it functions as a sequel. Warm Bodies was essentially about one person's struggle with himself; the sequel is about several people's struggles with themselves, each other, and the wider world and all its broken systems (cultural, political, cosmic). So I always knew it was going to be a bigger book, but now that I stand back and look at it...wow, this is a lot bigger. Not just in length (I'm 200 pages in and predicting around 500 or 600 by the end, compared to Warm Bodies' 230) but in scope. As a sequel to Warm Bodies, it's so disproportionately ambitious, I might be trying to build a space shuttle on the frame of a hang glider. It probably would have been more sensible to start from scratch and tackle these ideas in a whole new story, but...this is where R took me, so fuck it, I'm going in. I hope when the time comes (I'm guessing mid to late 2015) you'll be crazy enough to go in with me.
P.S Just to be super clear, my last post was very definitely an April Fools prank based on all the goofy theories I've heard about what's going to happen in this book. The sequel will not, in fact, be a grotesque mashup of every known YA cliche. Thanks.
April Fools prank!As some of you know, Warm Bodies is not a stand-alone novel. I've already written and released a prequel novella and I'm currently working on the conclusion to this asymmetrical, chronologically wrinkled trilogy--a full-blown sequel of foolishly epic proportions.
I've been working on this book for over a year and a half now, but I've still revealed almost nothing about it, not even a title. I've been keeping the story under close guard, waiting for the molten parts to cool before I let anyone touch them, but I'm happy to announce today is the day I'm ready to show it off.
Are you ready? Here it is:
April Fools prank!HEATED HEARTS, the third and final entry in the Chronicles of Warm Bodies Saga.April Fools prank!
April Fools prank!Love can bloom in the most unlikely of places--like the rotting heart of corpse! It's the day before R and Julie's wedding, and all of Citi Stadium is preparing to celebrate their union. But can Julie really go through with it? After all, her dad just died a week ago, her fiancé still craves human flesh, primal forces are bent on dragging humanity back to the self-serving savagery of nature--and on top of all that, she's behind on her homework!April Fools prank!
April Fools prank!But when she learns a startling truth, all these urgent global conflicts suddenly become irrelevant--because Julie is pregnant. But when the mysterious Quinn shows up at Undead Academy, she begins to feel the stirrings of feelings that have nothing to do with the child growing in her belly and everything to do with the fact that she may have a destiny she never imagined as the prophesied Girl Who is More Special Than Everyone Else and also Quinn is cute. Will Julie be able to choose between steady, reliable, but dangerous R and mysterious, passionate, but dangerous Quinn? And what about funny, quirky, but dangerous Marty, her childhood friend who has always been there for her? Or weird, dandruff-sprinkled Bertrand, a guy she met at a party last night? How will Julie navigate this tangled web of romance while also fulfilling her destiny and still find time to raise a cute, passionate, but dangerous zombie baby and update her sarcastic gossip blog?April Fools prank for the love of God!
HEATED HEARTS is an enjoyable, pleasant, and thoroughly readable yarn of bloodless adventure and sexless romance that will capture the hearts of teens and movie studios alike.
Remember how I used to have a PO box where you could send me stuff? During that time, you sent me so much stuff. It was good stuff. Funny stuff. Touching stuff. You sent me stuff you wanted me to sign--mostly books but sometimes cards or photos or pizza-stained napkins--and even better, you sent me letters. Some of them were dumb and said stuff like, "I haven't read ur book or seen ur movie but I like zombies can you sign this wad of toilet paper thnx" and I didn't understand why you wrote them. But most of them were sweet and wonderful and made me feel really good, and I probably wrote you back, and I hope my replies made you feel good too.
I closed that PO box last summer because I moved out of my Portland apartment and into my RV and since I was in a different neighborhood every week, I didn't know where to open a new box. It was a dark, strange time, and if I had received your letters and replied to them, my replies might have been grumpy. So I remained boxless, feeling sad as I imagined all the cool stuff I was not receiving from you.
This year, things are looking brighter. I bought my first house, a tiny little 1-bedroom hut in Seattle where I live in domestic bliss with my hairiest friend, Doctor Watson the Cat. I am still a deeply unstable person and will probably run away in my RV soon and disappear for a very long time, but now I at least have a permanent base to come home to. What this means--and what all this drivel has been leading up to--is that I HAVE A PO BOX AGAIN!
The address is:
PO BOX 31548
Seattle, WA, 98103
Send me ANYTHING. I love every object that appears in that box. If you want something signed, remember to include a pre-postaged return mailer.
Also remember that I can only return packages to US addresses. It's very sad, but international shipping requires a tedious process of filling out customs forms and waiting in line at the Post Office and I just have to draw the line somewhere. LETTERS, however, are no problem!
In conclusion, I love you all very much. I am constantly surprised and amazed that you continue to care about Warm Bodies even now that there are no TV commercials advertising it to you, and I hope you will stay with me long enough to read this big, weird, and in my opinion, kind of awesome sequel that I am writing.
Current progress: 170 pages.
Approximately 1/3 finished.
Yes, when I said this one's going to be "bigger" I wasn't just referring to its scope. Warm Bodies was petite. The New Hunger had an eating disorder. This one's gonna be curvy. But despite it being the length of a fantasy novel, I promise that less than 10% of it will be spent describing food and clothing and the carpet in every room.
You guys I'm so excited about this book. I will now run out of this coffee shop and high-five a stranger in the face.