Previously published as a Pinnacle Book under the pseudonym J. Knight.
Welcome to Anderson. It’s quiet here and that’s how we like it. Except:
Madge Duffy sliced her husband’s throat last week. Thought she killed him, but then John walked out of the morgue none the worse for wear.
The new preacher’s calling it a “miracle,” but I don’t know. It isn’t right.
I think there might be other people coming back, too.
Like Deputy Haws, for one. He’s got a bullet hole in his one good shirt and he won’t breathe a word about it.
You know Peg Culler down at the diner… the one with the little girl on life support? Well, she’s talking about pulling the plug, and nobody ever thought she’d do that, not in a million years. She thinks it might be the only way to get her back.
Then there’s that gang of kids that hangs around the reservoir… not one of them can look you in the eye without breaking into a cold sweat. They’re keeping a secret, and it’s got them all on edge.
Something’s going on in this town of ours, something that makes your skin crawl and your teeth grind in the night. I don’t know what it is, but I know this:
It scares me.
Contains profanity, violence. No explicit sex.
Risen has had a lot of covers. There was the first one I did, lifting a comic book panel of rising hands from my graphic novel, The Last Voyage of Sindbad, illustrated by Richard Corben. Then the book was picked up by Time Warner for a short-lived ebook division, with a pretty crappy rip-off of the “rising hands” cover. Kensington put a painting from the prologue on the cover, kind of a nice, hazy rendition of a body in chains. And then, when I self-published again, I bought some stock art of a hand rising out of water and Cindy Vance grunged it up to give me a dynamite cover that would grace any zombie story.
The problem I had was, Risen isn’t a zombie book. The dead come back, oh yeah, and they’re murderous bastards, but they aren’t zombies in the eat-your-brains sense.
Eventually I bought two pieces of stock art, Steve Vance put them together, added a crescent moon and a light in the window, and we had a cover that says to me, “Murder in a Small Town.” Which doesn’t capture the reanimation aspect of the story, but it gives an honest hint at what waits inside the pages.