Except when you’re an outcast.
Then it sucks.
It really, really sucks.
Euryale, sister of Medusa, longs to be accepted, but no matter what she does, all she gets is more of the same: heroes who want to kill her; strangers who want to manipulate her; and gods who want to torment her.
But there’s only so much a gorgon can take.
So when Euryale finally snaps and seeks vengeance, she discovers an ancient being who offers her a way to bring all of her enemies to their knees—if she’s willing to pay a hefty price.
And for a girl who’s shunned by all, what’s one more curse to bear?
Rise of the Gorgon is the wild, adventurous sequel to The Gorgon Bride, but is also a perfect jumping-on point for new readers.
When Galen’s not obsessing over his latest text, he’s likely throwing himself out of an airplane, teaching others how to throw themselves out of an airplane, playing something online, taking pictures of the heavens with his telescope, or wrangling his four children somewhere in Southwest Florida.
He also manages to pay the bills as a chaplain for a local hospice.
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Of course, I never thought I’d be able to bend time, either.
But hey, life is full of surprises.
Don’t get me wrong, feeling like a goddess has its perks, but those perks come with a hefty price. My brain is tapioca. I’m stranded in the middle of dead space. Ratters are using me for target practice, and a giant, cybernetic monster named Oscar is trying to make me his chew toy.
All this because I played superhero (or thief, according to some) and snatched a doomsday device from an intergalactic mobster.
So if I don’t make it out of here alive, remember this:
Above all else, I want a Viking funeral.
If you love Firefly, can't get enough of Doctor Who, or think the idea of a female Indiana Jones scouring the galaxy for precious artifacts with a gigantic tiger at her side sounds like it could be a lot of fun, then this is the book for you.
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(Publisher is not responsible for any lack of sleep due to the witty humor, lovable and memorable characters, and constant twists and turns that are contained within.)
“Good Omens . . . is something like what would have happened if Thomas Pynchon, Tom Robbins and Don DeLillo had collaborated. Lots of literary inventiveness in the plotting and chunks of very good writing and characterization. It’s a wow. It would make one hell of a movie. Or a heavenly one. Take your pick.”—Washington Post
According to The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch (the world's only completely accurate book of prophecies, written in 1655, before she exploded), the world will end on a Saturday. Next Saturday, in fact. Just before dinner.
So the armies of Good and Evil are amassing, Atlantis is rising, frogs are falling, tempers are flaring. Everything appears to be going according to Divine Plan. Except a somewhat fussy angel and a fast-living demon—both of whom have lived amongst Earth's mortals since The Beginning and have grown rather fond of the lifestyle—are not actually looking forward to the coming Rapture.
And someone seems to have misplaced the Antichrist . . .
And I don’t mean morning hair after prom, messy.
I mean flushing dynamite down the toilet, messy.
Long story short:
Food stores, gone.
Ravenous monsters, everywhere.
Worst of all, I have to listen to my best bud and his new harem of space cats constantly “repopulate” their species. I swear to god, if I don’t find some ear plugs soon, I’m going stick my head in a warp coil.
The silver lining to our predicament is that the abandoned facility we found has some sweet tech we might be able to use to escape—assuming we can bring it back online before we’re eaten.
That said, should this be the end of my epic adventure, always remember: if I die, I want a Viking funeral.
Spoilers: Things Got Worse is the faced-paced, immensely fun sequel to Apocalypse How? and the second book in the Dakota Adams sci-fi adventure series.