Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Something in my Blood!!!

Welcome today to Kenneth Gordon as he discusses his latest bit of fantastic fiction...

My newest book is entitled “In My Blood.” As with every book I write, it all began with a precipitating event.

In this case, I had brought my cat, Frodo, outside for a lap around the front yard. I was holding him in my arms, when a large truck roared by and scared him. In a wild attempt to escape, he clawed me and made holes in my shirt, but I held him fast and made a beeline for the door.

It was the back claws that did the most damage. Now I had a hole in my shirt and a peculiar pattern carved into my chest. I looked like a reverse letter N.

That night, I was thinking about what happened. When I got into the shower, the thought hit me, “Maybe there is a plague on an alien world and emissaries were sent into all the inhabited planets to find the chosen one…”

That was all I needed to get started.

The next day, I started writing, but I knew I needed help in creating the plague.

When you want to find out about a disease, what do you do? You call the CDC right?

So,,,I called them.

They must have thought I was a nut, a terrorist or both because no one wanted to talk to me. After some time and effort, I found an HIV doctor who was willing to help me. Most of my ideas were spot on, but she had the final solution to the problem of, “How do you get the cure past the cell wall?”

I won’t reveal the secret of this, nor what the cure ultimately entails…buy the book to find out more.

P.S. The doctor who helped me is getting a signed copy of the book.


If you discovered your blood could save an alien people from death at a great cost to you, what would you do?

Thomas Anderson, from New Hampshire, is just about to start his third year of pre-med at Emory University when he meets a strange little man.

Tom is whisked away to the whirlpool galaxy as he starts researching the plague and begins working towards a cure. Little does he know that the cure will cost him everything! He must decide if he is willing to give up his life for a people he doesn’t know on a world that is not his own.

Thom walked out of the post office and down to the dining hall alone.
This was going to be his last dinner at school for a while, maybe a long while. He hoped the food was be memorable.
Salisbury steak was on the menu. He grimaced at the thought. He selected fried chicken, okra, hush puppies, corn bread, and some kind of greens mingled on the tray. It certainly wasn’t the healthiest, but it beat the alternative. Picking up a cup, he pushed it into the bay of his selected soda. No ice, it’s better that way.
Thom selected a table in the back and took a drink from the red plastic tumbler. He took one last, long look around, trying to take it all in and remember it. He wasn’t sure if he would ever see it again. The fountain had real Coke this time. He took another drink and started in on the chicken.
Just then, Kai showed up at the table.
“Can I talk with you?”
“Sure, have a seat.”
The alien sat down.
“Why aren’t you eating?”
“Would not eat that food within one thousand parsecs.”
“Not the healthiest, I know. What did you want to talk to me about?” A bolt of fear shot down Thom’s spine.
“Need to brief you on the task, Chosen One,” Kai said in hushed tones. “We have a great plague on our world. You will come and save us. It was prophesied.”
“Whoa, wait a minute…” Thom held up a hand as if to stop Kai’s words. “Hold on…back that bus up, beep…beep…beep. A plague? You can’t be serious. I’m in my junior year of premed. I’ve only had one class, one, in infectious disease. What makes you think I can save your people?”
He moved around in his seat and inched slightly away from Kai.
“Simple, you are the Chosen One.” Kai smiled with complete confidence.
“Maybe your prophets got it wrong. You know, if a prophet gets it wrong, then you don’t have to listen to them,” Thom denied it.
“The Prophets are never wrong. You are the Chosen One, you come help save our people. I wait long time, many emissaries were sent to many worlds, but I found you. Now, you come. Yes?”
“Alright, I’ll come. Still don’t think I’m qualified, but I’ll at least take a look and see. Okay?”
“Yes, yes. We meet at six AM outside your dorm. Then we fly home.”
Kai-min stood and left the table while Thom held his head in his hands.
What am I getting myself into? Thom, you are an idiot. How can I help these people? I’m not even a real doctor yet. I don’t have the experience, but now because my cat cut me up, I’m this ‘Chosen One’?

About the Author:

Kenneth Gordon grew up in Milford, NH and still lived in that state. When he isn’t writing scifi-infused horror novels, he plays PC games, electric and acoustic guitars, and drums. He also holds a brown belt in Kung Fu.

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