I’m used to demons and voodoo.What I was not prepared for was my life turning into a fairytale, complete with the Wicked Step Mother.My awful step mother is the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans. She’s always hated me for being a Succubus. It just got a hundred times worse after my father died mysteriously. I inherited the family company, but I can’t remove her as VP because she’s made the entire board into her zombies. After another board meeting goes her way instead of mine, I decide to...

I wake up surrounded by death and my memories are gone.A man in a beige hazmat suit reaches his hand through the carnage. “Come with me if you want to live.” I know I’m supposed to know that from somewhere, but I don’t. I know the world outside me is not right. People either die or they are Rage Heads. Somehow, a virus got out that has turned people into red eyed freaks who eat flesh. They are fast, their flesh is rotting off their bodies and they have one goal—kill.I don’t know my ...

It’s the apocalypse, and apparently, I can’t trust anyone.Aeron had every opportunity to explain the horses that were haunting my drawings. I asked him several times about his crazy zombie-killing horse. He omitted to tell me he was the Horseman of Death until Leif let it slip he was the Horseman of Pestilence when he introduced himself to me. I don’t know who I’m madder at—Aeron for lying to me or me for just ignoring all the clues and telling myself there was no way it was possibl...