Through the Zombie Glass by Gena ShowalterThrough the Zombie Glass by Gena Showalter

Through the Zombie Glass

byGena Showalter

Hardcover | September 24, 2013

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Zombies stalk the night. Forget blood and brains. These monsters hunger for human souls. Sadly, they've got mine 

Alice Bell has lost so much. Family. Friends. A home. She thought she had nothing else to give. She was wrong.  

After a new zombie attack, strange things begin to happen to her. Mirrors come to life, and the whispers of the dead assault her ears. But the worst? A terrible darkness blooms inside her, urging her to do very wicked things.  

She's never needed her team of zombie slayers more, but ultra bad-boy Cole Holland, the leader and her boyfriend, suddenly withdraws from herfrom everyone. Now, with her best friend Kat at her side, Ali must kill the zombies, uncover Cole's secret and learn to fight the darkness. 

But the clock is tickingand if she fails at a single task, they're all doomed. 


I've lost so much. 

A dear friend. 

My new home. 

My purpose. My pride.  

And it's my fault. I can blame no one else.  

I and I alone let the darkness in.

Don't miss FIRSTLIFE, book 1 of Gena Showalter's action-packed, romantic and exhilarating new series, the Everlife novels!
Gena Showalter is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of the acclaimed Lords of the Underworld series and more than thirty other books. She lives in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. Visit her at
Title:Through the Zombie GlassFormat:HardcoverDimensions:480 pages, 8.34 × 5.76 × 1.46 inPublished:September 24, 2013Publisher:HarlequinLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0373210779

ISBN - 13:9780373210770

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fantastic sequel! View more of my review and others such as an interview with "The Boys" of the White Rabbit Chronicles check out my blog: Oh. My. God. I love these boys. There was a scene with Bronx where they drive around the corner and there he is in the middle of the road leaning up against his truck, and I thought I was going to die. Personally, if he light up a smoke I would have thought that some 1950s rumble with guys in leather jackets was going to happen. It was intimidating, it made me smile, it made me was friggin’ hot. That just about describes half of this book. Hot. hothothothot. Hot. Then there is a scene with a mad hatter hat, and the beautiful quote “He watched me from afar the rest of the night, but at least he continued to wear the hat” and I’m friggin dying. I was almost so excited and happy and engulfed in the novel when I read it that I almost ripped my ARC copy apart. Seriously...I may have to buy a hardcopy. First off I love the YA zombie story... I always will, but secondly Gena Showalter creates a lot of characters and even better they all have their own distinct personality and all are unforgettable. I absolutely love when a novel does’s to the point where I can see everything that happens in the novel to perfection; I guess like I was in the story. I found that too when I read the first in the series, but this book brings in a whole new element that changes the whole story. Something has happened to Ali...she’s getting cravings. The changes test Cole and her’s relationship. It tests her relationship with her Grandmother...hell it tests Kat and Frosty’s and Bronx and Reeve’s relationships too. It also makes Ali question herself. Whether or not she should continue and what she would sacrifice for her friends and her family. This book was filled with a whole bunch of awesome craziness. There’s a “mole” in the group and you start to question everyone. Then things with Ali kick up and you can’t help but wonder what is going on with her and whether or not the journal has any answers for her. Its a captivating sequel to the first and I couldn’t be more thankful. I’m always worried about the second novel not being as good as the first, but from page one I knew that wasn’t going to be an issue. This novel was as mind blowing and as captivating as the first one. But, be warned you may want to punch Cole in the face in this novel. Oh! And shake Kat’s hand. I love Kat. She definitely knows how to stir things up. Good: Ali and ZA- The introduction of ZA causes so many issues, but brings a whole new feeling to the novel. Cole- Dear lord Cole! Get your act together you sexy sexy man. And your sexy dirty mouth in this novel. Rrrraaaaoooowwww. Bronx- I had a whole new level of love for you in this novel. Kat- Do I even need to explain why I love Kat so much? No...I don’t think I do. Frosty- All of you is good. Expecially your love for Kat and your mouth. Justin- I’m questioning everything about you...and I like it. Bad: Umm......Nope I’ve got nothing. Overall (Writing style, story line, and general): Overall this book was wonderful. The writing was so well done, so filled with humour, and so easy to follow that I could really feel a part of the story. I could picture every scene and every setting like I was really there. I loved the teen angst, the sexual tension, and the feelings of stress that Ali feels and comes across so beautifully. The story line was extremely interesting...we are taking from a work where Zombies exist at night in spirit and only some can see them, to one where a Zombie overtakes Alice’s everyday actions and life, and she is no longer safe. But...above everything I have to say I love when an author can write a story with so many characters and make it work. Gena Showalter makes each memorable and understandable. Her writing and story line are so well done that I was captivated by the story and find myself continuing to fall in love and appreciate each character that is created. This book was provided courtesy of the author/publisher for review; however, this is no way affected my review.
Date published: 2013-09-26

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More and more I'd been dreaming about the crash that killed my parents and younger sister. I relived the moments as our car flipped end over end. The sounds of metal crunching into pavement. The stillness when everything was over, and I was the only one awakemaybe the only one alive.I'd struggled to free myself from the seat belt, desperate to help little Emma. Her head had been twisted at such an odd angle. My mother's cheek had been slashed open like a Christmas ham, and my father's body had been thrown out of the car. Panic had made me stupid, and I'd hit my head on a sharp piece of metal. Darkness had swallowed me whole.But in my dreams, I watched my mother blink open her eyes. She was disoriented at first, moaning in pain and trying to make sense of the chaos around her.Unlike me, she had no problem with her seat belt, freeing herself and turning, her gaze landing on Emma. Tears began to rain down her cheeks.She looked at me and gasped, reaching out to place a trembling hand on my leg. A river of warmth seemed to rush through me, strengthening me."Alice," she shouted, shaking me. "Wake up—"I jolted upright.Panting, my body dotted with perspiration, I scanned my surroundings. I saw walls of ivory and gold, painted in swirling patterns. An antique dresser. A furry white rug on the floor. A mahogany nightstand, with a Tiffany lamp perched next to a photo of my boyfriend, Cole.I was in my new bedroom, safe.Alone.My heart slammed against my ribs as though trying to burst free. I forced the dream to the back of my mind and moved to the edge of the bed to peer out the large bay window and find a sense of calm. Despite the gorgeousness of the view—a garden teeming with bright, lush flowers that somehow thrived in the cool October weather—my stomach twisted. Night was in full bloom, and so were the creepies.Fog that had brewed on the horizon for hours had finally spilled over, gliding closer and closer to my window. The moon was round and full, set ablaze with orange and red, as if the surface had been wounded and was bleeding.Anything was possible.Zombies were out tonight.My friends were out there, too, fighting the creatures without me. I hated myself for falling asleep at such a critical time. What if a slayer needed my help? Called me?Who was I kidding? No one would call, no matter how badly I was needed.I stood and paced the room, cursing the injuries that kept me tucked inside. So I'd been sliced from hip to hip a few weeks ago. So what? My stitches had been removed and the flesh was already scarring.Maybe I should just arm up and head out. I'd rather save someone I love and risk another life-threatening injury than do nothing and stay out of harm's way. But.I didn't know where the group had gone, and more than that, if I did manage to track them down, Cole would freak. He would be distracted.Distraction killed.Dang it. I would do as I'd been told and wait.Minutes stretched into hours as I continued to pace, a sense of unease growing sharper with every second that passed. Would everyone come back alive? We'd lost two slayers in the past month alone. None of us were prepared to lose another.The hinges on my door squeaked.Cole slipped inside the room and threw the lock, ensuring that no one would bust in on us. Relief plucked the claws right out of the unease, and I thrilled.He was here. He was okay.He was mine.His gaze landed on me, and I shivered, waiting for a visionhoping for one.Since the day we'd met, we'd experienced a small glimpse of the future the first time our eyes locked on any given day. We'd seen ourselves making out, fighting zombies and even relaxing in a swing. Today, like almost every day since my stabbing, I experienced nothing but crushing disappointment.Why had the visions stopped?Deep down, I suspected one of us had built up some sort of emotional wall—and I knew it hadn't been me. I was too entranced by him.Always he threw off enough testosterone to draw the notice of every girl within a ten-mile radius. Though he was only seventeen years old, he seemed far older. He had major experience on the battlefield, had fought in the human/ zombie war since he could walk. He had experience with girls, too. Maybe too much experience. He knew just what to sayhow to touchand we melted. I'd never met anyone like him. I doubted I ever would again.He wore all black, like a phantom of the night. Inky hair stuck out in spikes, with leaves and twigs intertwined in the strands. He hadn't bothered to clean his face, so his cheeks were streaked with black paint, dirt and blood.So. Danged. Hot.Violet eyes almost otherworldly in their purity shuttered, becoming unreadable, even as his lips compressed into a hard, anguished line. I knew him, and knew this was his let's-just-burn-the-world-to-the-ground-and-call-it-good face."What are you doing out of bed, Ali?" I ignored the question as well as the harshness of his tone, understanding that both sprang from a place of deep concern for me. "What's wrong?" I asked. "What happened out there?"Silent, he disarmed, dropping daggers, guns, magazines of ammo and his personal favorite, a crossbow. He'd come to me first, I realized, not even bothering to stop at his house."Were you bitten?" I asked. Suffering? Zombie bites left a burning toxin behind. Yes, we had an antidote, but the human body could take only so much before it broke down."I saw Haun," he finally responded.Oh, no. "Cole, I'm so sorry." A while back, Haun had been killed by zombies. The fact that Cole had seen him again meant only one thing. Haun had risen from his grave as the enemy."I suspected it would happen, but I wasn't ready for the reality of it." Cole's shirt was the next to go.The blade-sharp cut of his body always stole my breath, and now was no exception, regardless of the horror of our conversation. I drank him in—the delightfully wicked nipple ring, the sinewy chest and washboard abs covered with a plethora of tattoos. Every design, every word, meant something to him, from the names of the friends he'd lost in the war to the depiction of the grim reaper's scythe. Because that was what he was. A zombie killer.He was total bad boy—the dangerous guy monsters feared finding in their closets.And he was closing the distance between us. I buzzed with anticipation, expecting him to draw me into his arms. Instead, he bypassed me to fall onto the bed and cover his face with scabbed hands."I ashed him tonight. Ended him forever.""I'm so sorry." I eased beside him and brushed my fingers over his thigh, offering what comfort I could. I knew he understood that he hadn't actually ashed Haun, or even the ghost of Haun. The creature he'd fought hadn't had Haun's memories or his personality. It had had his face and nothing more. His body had simply been a shell for unending hunger and malevolence."You had to do it," I added. "If you'd let him go, he would have come back for you and our friends, and he would have done his best to destroy us.""I know, but that doesn't make it any easier." He released a shuddering sigh.I looked him over more intently. He had angry cuts on his arms, chest and stomach. Zombies were spirits, the source of life—or afterlife in their case—and had to be fought by other spirits. That was why, to engage, we had to force ours out of our bodies, like a hand being pulled out of glove. And yet, even though we left our bodies behind, frozen in place, the two were still connected. Whatever injury one received, the other received, as well.I padded to the bathroom, wet several washrags and grabbed a tube of antibiotic cream."Tomorrow I start training again," I said as I tended him, distracting us both.He glared up at me through lashes so thick and black he looked as if he wore eyeliner. "Tomorrow's Halloween. All of us have the day and night off. And by the way, I'm taking you to a costume party at the club. I'm thinking we'll stick with the whole battered and bruised theme and go as a naughty nurse and even naughtier patient."My first outing in weeks would be a date with Cole. Yes, please. "I think you'll make a very sexy naughty nurse.""I know," he said without missing a beat. "Just wait till you see my dress. Slutty doesn't even begin to describe. And you will, of course, require a sponge bath."Don't laugh. "Promises, promises." I tsked, then tried to continue more seriously. "But I never mentioned hunting." Too many people would be out, and some would be dressed as zombies. At first glance, we might not be able to tell the real deal from the fake. "I only mentioned training. You are working out tomorrow morning, aren't you?" He always did.He ignored my question, saying, "You're not ready.""No, you're not ready for me to be ready, but it's happening whether you like it or not."He scowled at me, dark and dangerous. "Is that so?""Yes." Not many people stood up to Cole Holland. Everyone at our school considered him a full-blown predator, more animal than human. Feral. Dangerous.They weren't wrong.Cole wouldn't hesitate to tear into someone—anyone—for the slightest offense. Except me. I could do what I wanted, say what I wanted, and he was charmed. Even when he was scowling. And it was strange, definitely something I wasn't used to—having power over someone else—but I'd be lying if I claimed not to like it."Two problems with your plan," he said. "One, you don't have a key to the gym. And two, there's a good chance your instructor will suddenly become unreachable."Since he was my instructor, I took his words as the gentle threat they were and sighed.When I'd first joined his group, he'd thrown me into the thick of battle without hesitation. I think he'd trusted his ability to protect me from any kind of threat more than he'd trusted my skills.Then I'd proved myself and he'd backed off.Then he'd accidentally stabbed me.Yep. Him. He'd aimed for the zombie snarling and biting at him; I'd stepped in to help, and, with a single touch, ashed the only thing shielding my body from his strike. Cole had yet to forgive himself.Maybe that was why he'd built a wall.Maybe he needed a reminder ofjust how wily I could be."Cole," I said huskily, and his eyelids lowered to half-mast."Yes, Ali.""This." A slow smile spread as I circled my hands around his ankles—and jerked. He slid off the bed and thumped to the floor."What the hell?"I leaped on top of him, pinning his shoulders with my knees. The action caused the scar on my stomach to throb, but I masked my wince with another smile. "What are you going to do now, Mr. Holland?"He watched me intently, amusement darkening his irises. "I think I'll just enjoy the view." He gripped me by the waist, squeezed just enough to make sure he had my full attention. "From this angle, I can see your—"Choking back a laugh, I took a swing at him."Shorts," he finished, catching my hand just before impact. I wasn't given the chance to tug free. He rolled me over, stretched my arms over my head and held me down.Tricky slayer."What are you going to do now, Miss Bell?"Stay just like this and enjoy? I could smell the pine and soap of his scent. Could hear the rasp of our breath intermingling. Could feel the heat and hardness of his body pressing against me."What would you like me to do?" I met his gaze, and the air around us thickened, charged with electricity.Would he touch me?I wanted him to touch me."You're not ready for what I'd like you to do." He searched my face as he reached between us, his actions belying his words.. please, pleaseuntil he slowly pushed the hem of my tee over my navel, revealing every inch of damaged flesh.He looked me over, and my stomach quivered. Heck, all of me quivered. He crawled down, down, and kissed one edge of the wound, then the other, and a moan left me.Please. More.But a moment passed, then another, and he merely returned to his former position, driving me crazy with his nearness but never doing anything to relieve the tension spiraling inside me."One more week of rest," he said, his jaw clenched as if he'd had to force the words to leave his mouth. "Doctor's orders."I shook my head. "I'll ask Bronx and Frosty to train me." His eyes narrowed to tiny slits. "They'll say no. I'll make sure of it.""At first, maybe." Definitely. Everyone always followed Cole's rules. Even other alpha males recognized a bigger, badder predator. "However, I have a secret weapon."He arched a brow. "And what's that?""Sure you want to know?" I asked, rubbing my knees along his hips."Yes. Tell me." His tone had gone low, gruff.My knees slid higher, higher still, and he went utterly motionless, waiting to see what I would do next. I had two options. Try to seduce him into making out with me—the way he's looking at me.. J might actually succeed this time—or prove I wasn't out for the count.Sometimes I hated my priorities.I planted my feet against his shoulders and pushed with all my might. He propelled backward, catching himself on his knees."With you? Distraction," I purred.Laughing, he stayed where he was and lifted my leg to place a soft kiss on my ankle. "I must be seriously disturbed, because I like when you rough me up."Heat spilled into my cheeks. "You make me sound like some kind of he-woman."He laughed again, and oh, it was a beautiful sound. Lately, he'd been so somber. "I also like when you blush.""Yes, well, I'll bug Frosty and Bronx until they say yes." Apparently my inquisitive personality was not charming to everyone. Go figure. "They'll be so irritated by their lack of fortitude, they'll throw me around like I'm a meat bag.""So? You'll get a boo-boo I'll have to kiss and make better. Problem, meet solution."I swallowed a laugh of my own and had to concentrate to adopt a stern expression. "I'll let you kiss me better—if the boo-boo is on my butt.""Hmm. Kinky. This is a plan I can get behind It's a very nice behind."Tease! "Cole," I said with a pout. "You can't flirt with me like this and then do nothing about it.""Oh, I'll do something about it." The gruff, wanting tone was back. His gaze locked on my mouth, heating with awareness. "Once you've been cleared."So, seven more days of Cole's china-doll treatment? Don't whimper. "Mr. Ankh would have cleared me already if not for you and your protests." I sat up and shifted my fingers through the silk of his hair. "I'm better now. I swear!""No, you're finally on the road to better. But if you start training, that could slow your progress. Besides, you're mine, Ali-gator, and you're precious to me. I want you better. I need you better. And okay, yeah, I don't like the thought of my friends putting their hands on you."Ali-gator? Really? I think I would have preferred something like, I don't know, cuddlecakes. Anything was better than a comparison to an overgrown lizard, right?And had he just called me his?See? Melting"Bronx is secretly into Reeve and Frosty is bat-crap crazy for Kat. They wouldn't try anything." And really, before Cole, no boy had ever tried anything with me. I had no idea what made me so irresistible to him."Don't care," he said, leaning forward to nuzzle my neck. "I will put my boys in the hospital if they come near you. I don't share my toys."

Editorial Reviews

"Showalter has created a promising playground for future story installments." --Kirkus Reviews on Alice in Zombieland"[An] action-packed paranormal story with agiddy focus on the push-and-pull attractionbetween Ali and Cole and the nastierside of the high school social scene.The result is a zippy story with crossoverappeal that highlights the power ofguilt, faith, and self-confidence." -- Publishers Weekly on Alice in Zombieland"The action-oriented plot mixed with scenes of a passionate romance between Ali and Cole-and a new way to look at zombies (by fighting them in spirit form)-will be certain to delight fans of paranormal fantasy." --VOYA on Alice in Zombieland