Medusa Gone
A Novel
- Publisher
- Raspberry Press
- Initial publish date
- Jun 2022
- Category
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Paperback / softback
- ISBN
- 9781778088148
- Publish Date
- Jun 2022
- List Price
- $21.95
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Recommended Age, Grade, and Reading Levels
- Reading age: 14 to 18
Description
When two aging super beings are transported into the bodies of younger versions of themselves from an alternate universe during what was to be the final epic battle, chaos ensues. Nineteen-year-old student Hunter Mackenzie, and twenty-six-year-old entrepreneur Thomas Stewart are forced to share their bodies with older, powerful versions of themselves. Will they be able to handle their newly developing super powers? Can they finally end the centuries long conflict before destroying our world? What will their girlfriends think?
About the author
Contributor Notes
Wyatt Tremblay is perhaps best known for his 30 years of political cartooning for the Yukon News. Born in Jasper, Alberta, he spent much of his life in the Yukon but now lives in Airdrie, Alberta. His short story collection, iDead and Other Short Stories is available everywhere through Raspberry Press. He is a regular arts feature writer for AirdrieLife Magazine. Medusa Gone is his first published novel. Look for his second novel, The Key to Enniskillen, coming out in 2023 through Raspberry Press.
Excerpt: Medusa Gone: A Novel (by (author) Wyatt Tremblay)
He heard a squeal, like air escaping from a pinched balloon. Hunter opened his eyes. He was staring into a black void. No, wait, his eye quickly adjusted. There were stars, millions of stars. He looked down. The Earth was a shiny, cloud-painted, giant blue, green and brown ball beneath his feet. “Oh, god!” Excellent. A little further than I believe we intended, however, my power has grown mightily within you. “Oh, god!” He was an unknown number of kilometres above the Earth, on the outer edge of the planet’s stratosphere, and he was breathing. He was alive and in space, and he was breathing, and he was flying, and he was breathing, in and out, and he wasn’t cold, he wasn’t dead, he wasn’t frozen. He was breathing in space, in and out, breathing— Hunter threw up. Bits of chewed toast, peanut butter, jam, and curdled milk spewed out into space, immediately freezing into a long, oblong blob as it entered the frigid temperatures of space a hand’s breadth from his face. Driven by momentum, it slowly twisted and spun away into the starry void. That was unfortunate.
