“Z” Day Celebrations Begin with Dreadfully Ever After, by Steve Hockensmith – & a Giveaway!

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies: Dreadfully Ever After, by Steve Hockensmith (2011) 200 x 307Welcome to “Z” Day here at Austenprose, the start of open season on zombies in the Jane Austen universe!

In honor of the launch today of Dreadfully Ever After, the third installment in the world-wide sensation Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, we are celebrating “Z” Day with a contest and tons of giveaways. Yes, gentle readers. The zombies are among us again and invading “our” Jane Austen.

Since we were the first blogger to even notice P&P&Z in 2009, before it ever became an international sensation spawning an entire franchise of mash-up books, we thought it only fitting that we wave the flag for the third book in the trilogy, Dreadfully Ever After. It is not a mash-up like Seth Grahame-Smith’s P&P&Z, but a new original novel written by Steve Hockensmith, the same author who brought us the prequel Dawn of the Dreadfuls last year. Here is a blurb from the publisher:

When we last saw Elizabeth Bennet and Fitzwilliam Darcy—at the end of the New York Times best seller Pride and Prejudice and Zombies—they were preparing for a lifetime of wedded bliss. Yet the honeymoon has barely begun when poor Mr. Darcy is nipped by a rampaging dreadful. Elizabeth knows the only acceptable course of action is to promptly behead her husband (and then burn the corpse, just to be safe). But when she learns of a miracle antidote being developed in London, she realizes there may be one last chance to save her true love—and for everyone to live happily ever after.

Complete with romance, heartbreak, martial arts, cannibalism, and an army of shambling corpses, Dreadfully Ever After brings the story of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies to a thrilling conclusion.

The good folks at Quirk Books have been so generous in sending us zombie stuff in attempt (one assumes) to woo our black Janeite heart into submission, that we wanted to share some of the loot with our readers. So in honor of “Z” Day, and the beginning of open season on zombies, we are offering a banquet of unmentionable goodies.

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies apothecary kit

Yes. We do love our readers, and are offering this exclusive press kit that was never really for sale, containing an apothecary box with all sorts of bottles filled with balms, salves, and restoratives to use to defend yourself against the impending zombie plague. It includes Bleed-Banishing Balm, Gnaw-be-Gone Purifying Poultice, Reanimate and Perambulate Smelling Salt and a hardcover biography, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, a tale inspired by my family’s struggle to defeat the unmentionables. All cheerfully assembled by the good folks at Quirk and delivered to my doorstep. It can be yours – but only if your are willing to work for it. *see contest details below!

We don’t even want to know what this would fetch on eBay and haven’t looked. We would never deem to sell anything that we had received as a gift in the course of our endeavors to bring Jane Austen and her Legacy to the masses, so here it is as a giveaway. Go to it.

“Z” Day Giveaway

To qualify for any of the four items, please leave a short essay in the comments stating why you deserve to win any of the prizes by midnight PT, Wednesday, April 6th, 2011. Creativity counts. I will pick the winners based on you partial and prejudiced replies. Please keep it under 500 words. Winners to be announced on Thursday, April 7th, 2011. Shipment to the US and Canada only. Good luck, and may the best zombie loving Janeite win.


Laurel Ann

© 2007 – 2011 Laurel Ann Nattress, Austenprose

13 thoughts on ““Z” Day Celebrations Begin with Dreadfully Ever After, by Steve Hockensmith – & a Giveaway!

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  1. Oh please, I am desperate! I was bitten by a dreadful not five days ago and if there is any chance of an antidote, I must discover it as soon as possible! I have managed to keep it a secret until now, only my brother knows so that he can perform the office of beheading should I be unable to procure a remedy. My parents would be devastated if they learned, I beg of you to send me this book before it is too late! If there is a cure for Mr. Darcy, maybe it will work on me, too!


  2. I work in a pharmacy and I am sure that a few of our customers MUST be zombies. I have always wanted to help others, leading me to this employment. Yes, my co-workers laugh about my zealousness for natural cures, but maybe THIS will help them see the truth. I would like to run it through my lab to see if I can duplicate it, because is one bottle really enough?


  3. My 3 sisters and I grew up reading, watching and loving all things Austen. My older sister found another love in her adulthood…zombies! We are not sure how or why, but she was hooked! (She even has a Zombie attack emergency plan for each of us…I sure do love that girl!!)

    Therefore, when I first discovered the book P&P&Z I was horrified (How could they?!?)…and then quickly memorized (How perfect!!!) as I realized I HAD to get this book for my sister. Who would imagine an Austen/Zombie combo? It was as if it was written for my sister!

    I am sure she would appreciate a continuation of the story to see what becomes of our lovely, zombie fighting, Elizabeth and Darcy!


  4. Well, I don’t know if I *deserve* to win, but if I happen to, I promise not to trip and/or shove any of you in my mad sprint to escape the zombies who will no doubt try to take over the world by eating us all. Have a nice day!


  5. It was the late hours of the night, and the early hours of the morning – the time when the sun, swallowed whole by the darkness of the night, is ready to escape its confines and greet the world. Slivers of sunlight had begun to brighten the horizon and stream though the curtains, creating shadows on his face. A beautiful, angelic face now marred by rotting flesh, and scars – I held his hand tight, and caressed his cheek soothingly.

    How helpless was I, not being able to do a thing more for the love of my life! I could not leave the house, for I knew that the moment my foot hit the threshold, I’d be faced with those monsters – a horde of savage, brutish beasts controlled only by the virus streaming through their blood, making them desire nothing more than the flesh of another human being, turning them into zombies. I wanted to run for help, but I knew that the doctor himself had been contaminated. I had no hope, and I had no choice, I could either let him turn into a freak like them, or end his misery.

    I lifted his head up so that he could sip the herbal tea that I had made him. Fennel, licorice and ginger root when boiled together made for a medicinal tea, known for its analgesic and anesthetic properties – I’d learned this while I was an apprentice for Dr. Dashwood. I’d added peppermint because I knew he loved peppermint tea best, but unbeknownst to him, I had also been adding small amounts of arsenic to my concoction. As he sipped the tea,he elicited a sigh, the sound of which sounded exactly the same as my heart breaking.

    “Help me, Lizzie!”, he cried out in pain. “Oh, Darcy,Darcy,Darcy.”, I said,cradling his head in my lap, bending down to kiss his feverish cheek, while I could smell his breath beginning to smell faintly of garlic. I did not know how else to alleviate so I picked up my favorite book, “Pride & Prejudice” and read to him. The sun had finally, come up now, and I could hear his breathing getting shallower. I held his callused hands in mine and tried to keep him with me, hoping these romantic words would make his last few moments pleasant – that such beautiful words were what he remembers me by, always.

    When the moment finally arrived, I recognized it. But I was not alone, I could tell by the look in his eyes, so had he. He pulled me close, and hoarsely whispered these words into my ear, words I’d just earlier read to him, “In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” – and as a silent tear escaped my eyes, trailing down my pale cheek, he closed his eyes, and was gone.

    ~The End~
    (Original Passage – 490 Words)

    Sorry, I almost got a bit carried away, and invested in the story, barely made the 500 word cut. Thank you SO much for this amazing opportunity – I would be ecstatic if I won, I’m a huge Austen fan! :)

    Email: Enamoredsoul@gmail.com


  6. Sorry, actually it is 497 words, not including my comments at the end. Just wanted to clarify, and make sure I did not make a disqualifying statement. Thank you again for the opportunity, and sorry for the inconvenience.


  7. To whom it may concern,

    I do not request this apothecary kit for myself,as I am always in excellent health due to the walking that I must do every day to reach my dear sister Bertram’s house(not that I would ever complain!),but for my nieces Maria and Julia,particularly dear Maria.

    You see,with their father Sir Thomas,along with his eldest son off to Antigua,there is hardly a soul around to defend the girls from these repulsive “dreadfuls” that I’ve heard so much about. Their younger brother Edmund does attend his sisters on a few of their social engagements but not often enough,since he is too busy getting ready to take orders.

    The only other alternative that I can see to ensure the safety and virtue of my nieces is to include their cousin Fanny in their outings;after all,if she is to be seized by one or more of these creatures,our loss would be hardly be a great one,considering who and what she is.

    However,my nephew objects to that sensible solution so I must urge you to consider my modest proposal.

    As a widow who only lives the best she can on what meager economy is hers to command and whose one true duty in life is in providing what she can to the family of her beloved sister Bertram (a lady who would be too delicate to stir from her sofa if such vile beings dared to invade her estate), making a gift of this set of medical potions to such a humble woman as myself would be a great act of kindness on your part.

    Indeed, it would and surely Sir Thomas would reward your goodness as soon as he returns to England. Perhaps he might even present you with a Moor Park, which you might appreciate more than some people do, or another token of his esteem that a poor widow such as myself can offer beyond my warm hearted gratitude.

    Most Sincerely,

    Aunt Norris

    Residing at the white house near
    Mansfield Park


  8. ~February 2011~
    Though far from the stench of the Dreadfuls, the apartment was oddly tense and nervous, as the first young Roommate paced anxiously by the window, her gaze flitting out searchingly ever few minutes.

    “It will surely arrive soon.” The other roommate replied to the last furtive glance, her eyebrows knit above her eyes in concern.

    The pacing roommate frowned, unsure of whether she had to explain for the umpteenth time how important this was – Jane Austen … and Zombies. Surely nothing was greater? But before she could explain the cultural significance of mash-ups, her eyes caught on the white mail van as it turned the corner of her street. Her breath caught and she stared as it stopped at her building.

    “It’s here!” she squealed and ran towards the door, nearly pulling it off its hinges in her haste to get to the elevator and down to the mail slots. She was so quick, she did not notice the roll of her roommate’s eyes, but just punched the buttons until the elevator doors closed. The ride down was agonizing and the doors opened much too slowly – but then there she was, bounding towards the man with the mailbag. “Is it for me?” she demanded, looking at the thin package.

    “Ammy Belle? Apt 507?” he replied, giving only the barest of glances to the address on the label.

    “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she yelled and nearly ripped it out of his hands, laughing maniacally upon seeing the Quirk symbol on the package. “It’s here!” she yelled and pressed the package over her head.

    The mailman frowned. “Important?”

    “Oh yes!” she replied, her arms still by her ears, a crazy light in her eyes. “It is – Dreadfully Ever After!”

    The mailman stared at her, shrugged and went on his mail route way.

    She ignored him and bounded towards the elevator, primed for the action packed third installment to Pride, Prejudice and Zombies, that would be had over a cup of tea and a soundtrack of lilting Chinese string instruments …

    As you can see: I am a huge fan. I am the Ammy Belle of the story, whose excitement for the imminent arrival of her PPZ: DEA book can only be had by her excitement for this contest! You must award me this honour – I am near certifiable with jealousy over anyone else who would get it … Also, Jane Austen is my home girl – especially when she’s been mashed up with some good old Zombie fun!

    In short – Thank you for the opportunity to win this, and salivate over my mailbox for weeks on end, until my poor mailman delivers it to me! :)
    Thanks! apereiraorama[at]gmail[dot]com


  9. It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman in a town filled with the Undead, must be in want of a zombie apothecary kit.

    For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn?

    Every man is surrounded by a neighborhood of hungry voluntary spies.

    A woman, especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal herself as well as she can.

    A zombie attack is very rapid; it jumps from unseen to seen, from sinew to jugular, in a moment.

    A mind dead and dormant, can do with seeing nothing, and can see nothing that does not answer.

    Give a girl an apothecary and introduce her properly into the world, and ten to one but she has the means of settling well, without further expense to anybody.

    I pray thee, a zombie apothecary kit is the best recipe for happiness I ever heard of.


  10. Greetings! I am a nurse in a band of young ladies who are sworn to fight the dreadfuls in true Bennet-sisters style: killing the dreadfuls while keeping proper manners in the rest of society. Recently, we ran out of supplies, and this apothacary kit would be greatly appreciated in order to keep the dreadfuls at bay.

    Thank you most sincerely for your consideration!


  11. Simply put, I believe that these items have the potential to serve me quite well. I am a youth minister and anyone who works with teenagers knows that between the insatiable hunger of the boys and the vacant expression of the girls whenever such heroes as twinkling vampires or rampant werewolves descend, they may as well be zombies. It would be so helpful to show the girls that true heroes don’t sparkle, they prefer a girl with brains.


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