Jools G King
My occult horror novel, CATZ OF THE UNDEAD, is available to buy from Amazon or read for free on Kindle Unlimited.
DO YOU LIKE CATS? YES?
DO YOU LIKE WITCHES? YES?
DO YOU LIKE ZOMBIES? YES?
THEN YOU’LL LOVE CATZ OF THE UNDEAD!! IT’S GOT ALL 3!
Catz Of The Undead is a standalone occult horror novel set in rural UK, and is 90,000 words long, making it my longest novel to date. It contains my usual brand of dark humour, but it’s also fast-paced with plenty of twists and turns. If you like zombie beasts, and magic too, you’ll love Catz.
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Here’s the blurb:
An evil witch, Morella White, runs a cat cemetery deep within rural England. Unbeknownst to her grieving clients, she is raising their beloved fur babies from the dead as grotesque zombies. Morella lusts after a half-cat, half-man demon, who lies buried somewhere under farmland soil. One special feline zombie can help her achieve her aim.
Enter Jasper, who turns zombie after a scrap in the woods. His owner, Amber, discovers he has unique psychic powers. She’s prepared to fight to the bitter end to protect her beloved cat from falling into Morella’s clutches. Thus unfolds a thrilling battle between the living and the undead. Can Amber save Jasper before they both fall victim to the evil Morella?
Will Jasper choose loyalty to Amber or eternal servitude to an oversexed hippy necromancer?
Catz of the Undead is a chilling story of witchcraft, zombies and big moggies, and highlights the eternal loving bond between humans and their pets.
List of Tropes:
Graveyard; Beast; Woods/ Forest; Demon; Pagan Gods; Reanimated Zombies; Mysterious Things Are Happening;
Presently, you can buy CATZ OF THE UNDEAD from Amazon here. Or read for FREE on Kindle Unlimited.
Also, CATZ OF THE UNDEAD is available in audiobook and paperback formats.
EBOOK ASIN: B0F2GL5FMD
PAPERBACK ASIN: B0F3W4VFHZ
AUDIOBOOK ASIN: B0F3ZXY15H
BISAC CATEGORY: FIC015030
Publication date: March 25, 2025 UK (independently published)
ISBN-13: 979-8316043149
Language: English
Print length: 406 pages (ebook), 404 pages (paperback)
Listening length: 9 hours and 41 minutes
Trim size: 5 x 8in
Territorial rights: Worldwide
And for the still undecided, here’s chapter 8 in full:
Jayne’s disappointment at being unable to bury Perry in the oak casket her dad had crafted abated when she set eyes on the cemetery grounds behind the office. In real life, they looked even more breathtaking than the website photos. Everything had been done out in Boho chic. From the back porch with its hanging chair, scaffold board decking and hanging Moroccan lanterns, the eyes were led by a white shingle path that bisected the cemetery, crossing a little stone bridge over a trickling stream, before snaking towards the dense, mossy woods beyond.
“It’s so beautiful, Morella,” she murmured. “You’ve done such a wonderful job. It looks just like a magical wonderland.”
“Awwww, thank you. The design is mine, but my assistant, Les, did the spadework. Let’s go find him.”
Clutching Perry’s new cardboard casket under her arm (“I’ll add the twenty-five-pound cost to the final bill, dear.”), Jayne followed Morella White along the shingle path, passing higgledy-piggledy row after higgledy-piggledy row of cat graves. No logic applied to this cemetery, no regimentation. The randomness of the layout only enhanced the otherworldliness. Tiny headstones and wood crosses poked out from among roses, hydrangeas, freesia and dahlias. Fake stone statues of wizards, dragons, and angels sprouted in random locations. Old brick walls, bamboo fencing and ivy-strewn trellises bordered the cemetery in the near distance. From these hung glass bottles and jars containing tea lights. Jayne marvelled at how spectacular the cemetery must look in the twilight. There were even a few scattered benches painted in distressed pastels of lilac and pink under the trees for mourners to relax in the setting sun.
Today, that setting sun was yet an hour off, concealed behind an overcast sky. Jayne spotted a figure standing about midway between the stream and the treeline beyond. This must be the gravedigger waiting for them at Perry’s spot. The farthest flung grave markers appeared to end here; the rest of the burial ground proceeded unblemished to the treeline.
They crossed the stream, and Morella introduced her to the gravedigger. “Jayne, meet Les Greeb, my grounds manager.”
Greeb nodded at Jayne. She suppressed a shudder of revulsion at the bewilderingly ugly man in his fifties. He was around six feet tall, with a puffy, uneven face, and the features on the left side were lower, as if he’d suffered a stroke. His pale granite head was thatched sparsely with strands of black hair. His shoulders were slumped, his back bowed from years of digging pet graves. In contrast to his boss’s exuberant clothing, he wore a shabby black suit with leather patches on the elbows. His trousers, held up with braces, would have appreciated a belt as well.
“Maam, shall I dig the grave for the young lady’s cat now?”
His words came out slightly slurred, and Jayne wondered if Greeb had learning difficulties.
“If you please, Les. This here’s a peaceful spot, next to the hydrangeas.” Morella turned to Jayne. “You ordered a simple no-frills burial, the bronze option, didn’t you, dear? It’s not too late to make it silver and book a service. I can add it to the final bill.”
“No, thank you, Morella,” Jayne said. “I have a little wooden cross to put next to his grave. When it’s done, I’d just like to be alone with Perry for a few minutes.”
“Of course, dear. Take as long as you like. Les will bring you a chair when he’s done.”
“Thank you.”
“If you’ll excuse me, I must get back to the office.” Morella fluttered back down the path in a blaze of colour, which was only in part diminished by the fading light.
Jayne wasn’t sure she felt comfortable alone with Greeb.
Still, he was nothing but the perfect gentleman, fetching her a chair with a cushion and ensuring she was comfortable before he began digging Perry’s grave. Without removing his jacket, he dug a hole about three feet by two and three feet deep. He stood back while Jayne placed Perry’s cardboard casket inside. She took a cut rose from inside her coat and placed it on top. Weeping, she stood aside while Greeb filled in the grave with a mute subservience.
After he’d finished, he left her alone with Perry in the deepening gloom. She planted the small oak cross and sat for a while, gazing across at the woods opposite. A warm breeze picked up, and she sat back in her chair, closed her eyes and thought of Perry. His image was still painful in her mind’s eye, but she clung to the knowledge that with time the hurt would fade and, as with her other bereavements, she’d one day be able to recall the happy times she’d enjoyed with him.
A strange and sudden sound alerted her from far off. She opened her eyes and stared towards the fenced-off woods. It sounded animal in nature, but from what animal she wasn’t sure. A wolf? Moments later, she heard it again, almost imperceptibly at first against the rising breeze. It was an animal call, which quickly intensified to a keening wail. She shivered and folded her arms, searching vainly through the slender gaps in the trees for its source.
Others now took up the call, orchestrating a discordant howling, which floated eerily from the darkening woods. The clamour grew louder, piercing Jayne’s ears, leaving her fearful.
What could be making that noise? Surely not wolves.
Abruptly, she got up and left, throwing Perry a parting kiss. As she hastened back towards the office, she collided with something hard and dark grey, felt a hand clasp her arm.
She shrieked, staring up into the vacuous eyes of Les Greeb blocking the path. She tore herself away and stumbled on, trying to keep to the shingle, which by now had dimmed to a light grey. Behind her, the clamour of wild animal screeching grew ever more emboldened.
On the back porch, she encountered Morella White, smoking a cigarette.
“Leaving already, dear?” Morella said with a grim smile. “Something wrong?”
“N-No,” Jayne stammered. “But I think I’d like to pay now.”
“As you wish.”
Jayne glanced back towards the woods. “That noise. What is it?”
“Oh, don’t mind them, dear. We get a lot of feral cats around here. They’re drawn to the cemetery.”
Jayne was aghast. “Can they smell the bodies?”
Morella chuckled. “Don’t worry, dear, they’re not like foxes. We’ve never had a grave disturbed by them.”
Jayne felt weak. If she could, she would have dug up Perry herself and left with him. But she knew if she didn’t return to her car right away, she’d faint. “How do I pay, please?”
“Of course, dear, we’ll sort that out right now if you wish.” Morella opened the back door to the office and ushered her inside. “Card or cash, dear?”
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