Don’t believe me? Pick up a copy of this, then, because it is hot in here. Like, really hot. Seriously, my housemates must be used to the tropical climates or something. Let me just go open a window…

There, much better. Now, where were we? Oh, yes. Love and Decay. If we thought that death was terrible, it turns out that not-exactly-dying is much worse.

Growing up in a world overrun with the undead, Reagan and Haley are always on the move. With only one another to rely on, the two are as thick as thieves. You see, as bad as zombies are – don’t even get me started – humans, in desperate times, can show a much darker side than any ex-human, gnawing on the ankle-end bone of your leg. I think you’ve got the picture.

So, when the duo stumble upon the brothers Parker and their younger sister Page, Reagan is immediately wary. Wary of their intentions, wary of the fluttering in her stomach at Hendrix’s presence, not least of all that oh so wickedly sensuous smirk.

Need I say more?

The answer is no. Not when the author tells it so perfectly here. One pit and then a pat and you’ll find yourself transported to the very heart of this post-apocalyptic universe. But wait. Here. Don’t forget this club.

I said you’d be at the heart of this hopefully never-parallel universe. I didn’t say that, that heart would be intact.

It’s a gruesome and bloody world out there, believe you me…