Book Tour ~ Nightlife: Night Terrors
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Title: Nightlife: Night Terrors
Author: Matthew Quinn Martin
Release Date: July 7, 2015
“Doesn’t get any darker than this; you can actually feel the blood spatter…” –Hugo & Nebula winner James Patrick Kelly
Enter the world of Nightlife, where the streets crawl with unimaginable demons, and a monster can lurk behind every friendly face…
Matthew Quinn Martin first terrified horror fans with Nightlife, the captivating story of two unlikely monster hunters determined to save the city of New Harbor from the Night Angels—bloodthirsty creatures that feed on the forgotten. Jack Jackson and Beth Becker are among the few who can see these creatures for what they really are, but as they hunt the creatures, a mysterious organization known only as The Division is hunting them.
In the novella Hazardous Material, we get a glimpse of The Division’s origins and aims, when a young man stumbles onto a long-abandoned video arcade—which three decades ago was the site of the largest mass shooting in New York history—and unwittingly uncovers a relic of unimaginable power and mind-altering terror.
And in the never-before-released As the Worm Turns, Jack and Beth are back, along with their faithful dog, Blood. For months they’ve been keeping just one step ahead of The Division, whose enigmatic leader has been pursuing them with the single-minded obsession to capture them by any means necessary. But as Jack and Beth continue their quest to rid the world of the creatures once and for all they find themselves facing off against something even more terrifying than the Night Angels––something that could hold the key to humanity’s salvation…or its doom.
Three amazing horror stories in one chilling bundle…the only thing you won’t fear is the price!
Reviews for the first book
“Thrilling, edgy, and scary as hell, Nightlife is an outstanding debut and one of the most original takes on the vampire novel I’ve ever read.” – Jason Starr, International Bestselling Author of The Pack
“Nightlife completely creeped me out. Martin is a master of suspense. Keep me up all night again soon!” –Nancy Holder, New York Times Bestselling Author, The Wicked Saga
“Doesn’t get any darker than this; you can actually feel the blood spatter. Nightlife is the gutsiest debut I’ve read in a long time.” – James Patrick Kelly, Hugo and Nebula Award winning author of Think Like a Dinosaur.
“An incredibly riveting, edge of your seat plot that was equal parts spooky mystery and gruesomely tragic horror novel.” – All Things Urban Fantasy
“Whoa! This is like the ultimate Vampire book! No fluff here. This is not your modern, sexy, ‘I wanna get laid by a vampire’ book – this was some scary stuff.” – Wall to Wall Books
“I don’t think I’ve actually read anything like it!” – Bibliosanctum
“If you like your fantasy urban and dark, give this book a try. If you want to see vampires restored to a fearsome glory, give this book a try. If you just want a creepy good story for the Halloween month, give this book a try!” – Badass Book Reviews
“Nightlife is the perfect story to read if you like to get a good scare on!” – Jersey Girl Book Reviews
“Have you been wanting vampires that are mean, nasty, eating machines? Tired of the glitter and sparkle and angst? Well, check this book out….a perfect blend of action and pathos that most readers of horror should enjoy.” – Now is Gone
“The vampires Matthew created are nothing like I ever read before. They are scary and creepy!” – Yummy Men and Kick Ass Chicks
Born in Allentown, Pennsylvania and raised in New Haven, Connecticut, it wasn’t until Matthew moved to Manhattan that he realized he was a writer. These days, he lives on a small island off the North Atlantic coast of the United States where it gets quiet in the winter…perhaps too quiet.
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NIGHTLIFE: AS THE WORM TURNS excerpt
The bank dominated the center of the block. The letters that had once been fastened above the entrance were gone—no doubt stripped long ago and pawned as scrap—but watery gray ghosts of the name, Empire Bank and Trust, remained, staining the lintel just beneath the crumbling cornice.
The bank was a relic from the days when money was kept on-site, when buildings like this needed to project an aura of safety and power. Power it had in spades, even if that power was a dark, haunted one. Safety, however, had long since taken the last train out of Camden.
Blood’s growl grew to a timber-sawing buzz. Jack knelt by him, resting one heavy hand on the dog’s neck. “Stay here, boy.” Beth fought the urge to do the same, to share in the bond between them. However, as close as she’d grown to Blood these past ten months, she knew he answered to but one master.
The boarded-up door gave way. The bottom edge ground against the sidewalk, leaving just enough room for them to slip through. Blood took his place just outside, standing sentry.
The place reeked of stale air and piss. Their own tentative footfalls echoed like timpani in the hollow structure. Each of them clicked on a flashlight, and the beams pierced the gloom, presenting a patchwork picture of the interior. Above them, the vaulted ceiling stretched past the reach of their beams. The curved sides were covered in a ruin of torn silk bunting that hung in shreds like funerary wrappings. In the center of the cracked tile floor were the remains of a mosaic. It might have once depicted an eagle clutching a shield, but half of it had cratered away. Many holes gaped in the floor, any one of them an invitation to a turned ankle.
Directly ahead of them was a row of iron portcullis windows, behind which a battalion of tellers had once stood. The shelves beneath each pass-through sported an uneven divot at the center, worn smooth by decades of deposits and withdrawals.
At the far wall, just past the bars, Beth could spot the shadow of an open vault. And between the two, the shadow of something else. Something that was moving toward the only door separating them. A door that was open.
“Don’t look at it.” Jack was already reaching for a snap vial. “Cover the door. Let me know if you see anything. Shadows, movement, anything.”
Beth drew her pistol and trained it on the narrow slit of night just past the entrance. She fought constantly to keep her eyes from flicking over to where that thing was. “What’s it doing?
“Waiting for what?”
Beth clamped her jaw tight, gripped her pistol tighter. She backed up until she could see Jack in her peripheral vision. There was a quick cracking sound as Jack activated the vial. He breathed in deeply, and she watched his entire body begin to vibrate as the chemicals took hold. “What do you see?”
Jack took another step closer. He leaned in. And then he shook his head and coughed out the vapor. “Too dark to see much. It’s pacing. I’m pretty sure it knows we’re here. But every time it comes close to the door, it pulls back. I think it wants to attack but is afraid to come too close.”
“Is it wounded? Like the other one?”
“Yes. No. I’m not sure.” He coughed again, and when he spoke, his voice was little more than a gravel whisper. “Wounded, yes. But not in the same way. And . . .” Jack’s voice trailed thin into the musty air.
“And this is a trap.”
Matthew. What inspires you to get out of bed each day?
Usually, it’s the sun. I know that might sound flip, but I have a hard time sleeping after the sun comes up. I don’t always get out of bed right away. I might lie there for a bit thinking over some plot or character issues (or worrying about something unrelated to writing). But except for rare days, when the sun’s up, so am I. I am very much a morning person (once the coffee kicks in)…I know this goes against the “horror writer” stereotype, but there you have it.
If you could hang out with one famous person for one day, who would it be and why?
You know…I want to try to sound deep with this one and say Neil deGrasse Tyson or Jaron Laneir or Ralph Nader––but I’m just going to go with Matthew McConaughey. I mean, this is a guy who thanked himself during his own Oscar acceptance speech. He called himself his own biggest hero. And for some strange reason, it never came off as arrogant, narcissistic or tone-deaf. That balance of unwavering confidence and charisma is something a lot of writers wish they could pull off. Plus I’d imagine we’d be driving around in one of those Lincoln commercials…and there are worse ways to kill a day than cruising down the PCH with the guy who played Mickey Haller.
What’s the story behind your latest book?
NIGHTLIFE: NIGHT TERRORS is an omnibus edition of my first novel NIGHTLIFE, a related novella HAZARDOUS MATERIAL and a full sequel AS THE WORM TURNS. Together they are threads woven into what I hope will turn out to be a much larger story tapestry as time goes on.
The main players in NIGHTLIFE and AS THE WORM TURNS are: Jack Jackson, a monster hunter with a dark past. Beth Becker, the bartender who reluctantly joins forces with him in the first book. Blood, Jack’s mongrel dog who possesses the ability to see the creatures as they are. Agent Ross, leader of a secretive covert strike team tasked with recovering Jackson. And of course, there are the monsters…of which there are a few different types…and I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise there.
HAZARDOUS MATERIAL on the other hand, tells a quieter story about a 20-something graphic designer whose reached a dead end in his life and is working in HazMat removal…all that changes when he discovers an abandoned video arcade that was once the site of the largest mass shooting in New York history. Again…I don’t want to spoil anything, but a few of the characters from AS THE WORM TURNS make an appearance here as well.
Tell us your writing process.
My process is evolving. I used to be a compulsive outliner. I think this comes from starting out as a screenwriter. In screenplays all have to be a specific length (dictated by genre and budget), and certain markers need to be hit by certain pages. In this arena, outlining is a necessity. When I made the switch to writing novels, the habit migrated with me. I used to think of it as a part of my identity…but now I realize it’s more like “Dumbo’s Feather”…I’ve decided to let go of it while writing my current WIP, and am curious to see if I can really fly.
Do you have any tips on what promotions have worked that you can share with aspiring & upcoming authors?
The publishing landscape is in such a state of flux that I really hesitate to offer any “blanket” advice. What works for one genre might not for another. Heck, what works for one writer might not work for another in the exact same genre. Sometimes it just comes down to timing and persistence. The most helpful advice I’ve ever gotten on this front came from Donald Maass (and I’m paraphrasing)…”The best PR for your new book is between the covers of your last one.”
When did you realize you wanted to be a writer?
The desire to tell stories has always been hardwired in me, I think. Although the nascent manifestations of it were different (ex. musician, actor, clown). Although I did dabble, writing seriously came later to me than it seems to have for most of my colleagues. I know one writer who claims that she started drafting her first stories with blocks. I was nearly 30 before I wrote (and sold) my first screenplay, and then started in on novels half a decade later.
Tell us about your main character:
Beth is the protagonist of NIGHTLIFE. She’s the one who has the strongest arc…moving from world-weary cynic to protector of the innocent. But AS THE WORM TURNS is Jack’s story…his arc is darker and involves making hard choices that affect not only him, but those who care about him. But at the end of the day, they are both heroes in a 21st century mold…beaten at times, but never broken, and all too human.
What are you working on next?
Although AS THE WORM TURNS certainly ends on a note that there’s more to tell. I’m taking a vacation from the NIGHTLIFE universe for a bit. There are other imaginative landscapes I’m itching to explore. My next solo outings are still to raw to talk about. My Muse would get really pissed if I blabbed at this point and when she’s angry…trust me…it’s not pretty.
However, my writing partner, Libby Cudmore (whose own amazing debut novel THE BIG REWIND is coming out in February from William Morrow) and I are putting the finishing touches on a young adult novel we hope to take to market soon.
Do you have any special/extraordinary talents?
I play the bagpipes…not as well as I did when I was younger, but I’m trying to get back into “parade shape.”
Who are your favorite authors?
I read widely, and there are far too many “favorites” to name them all. Harlan Ellison is a big influence (probably my biggest). Every horror writer (whether they want to admit it or not) stands somewhat in the shadows of their predecessors (originators like Poe and Lovecraft, as well as those who elevated the genre during the late 20th century…Stephen King, Anne Rice, Dean Koontz, Richard Matheson, Clive Barker and so on). I started out as a screenwriter, so I still love to watch a well-crafted screenplay unfold. Joe Eszterhas and James Cameron are both frighteningly good writers that don’t get their fair share of acclaim if you ask me (although, I’m sure the money they’ve made helps soften the blow).
What do you like to do with your free time?
I play music to relax, usually bass…some guitar. I’m competent on both, but not obsessed enough to worry about the occasional flubbed note or passage like I would with the pipes.
Tell us about your plans for upcoming books.
I guess the Muse wouldn’t beat me up if I mentioned that all three books I’m working on in rotation are stand-alines. Or that one of them is a high-end literary horror/fantasy mashup in the vein of Neil Gaiman or Charles de Lint. Or that another is psychological horror that centers around the time I lived at Zuccotti Park with the OWS protestors. Or that the third one is shaping up to be a supernatural Jungian mind-f***.
Any final thoughts?
I always like to end with a quote from my mentor Doctor Buckaroo Banzai, “Don’t be mean; we don’t have to be mean. ‘Cuz, remember, no matter where you go, there you are.“