Happy Thursday everyone and welcome to my blog. Today I have Kenneth Gordon visiting. He's sharing his search to find someone to help give him information, and his book, In My Blood. Let's check it out!
Don’t know whether or not this is humorous, but here goes…
It all started when I tried to take my orange cat Frodo outside (he’s an indoor cat) to take a lap around the yard. A big truck rumbled by and scared him. He tried to pull away, but I held him fast. Unfortunately, his claws did some damage to my shirt and myself. I had what looked like a reverse ‘N’ scratched on my chest. That night I got to thinking, what if there was a plague on another world and emissaries were sent out to find a chosen person to save them, who was recognizable because he had this mark?
The next day, I started writing, but I knew I needed help in creating the plague.
The hardest thing was to find someone to help me with that information. I wanted to make sure it was plausible and the cure could possibly work. So…I called the CDC.
They must have thought I was a nut, a terrorist or both, because no one wanted to talk to me. No one would return my calls. After some time and effort, I found a local HIV doctor who was willing to help me. Most of my ideas were spot on, but she was instrumental in getting the rest right.
She’s getting a signed copy of the book.
Well Kenneth, all I can say is that I'm glad I'm not the only one that has problems getting people in the field I'm researching to respond to me. LOL
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’?
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Yes, leave it to a 'cat' to start something. LOL Enjoyed the excerpt. Let's see what we can find out 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.
Web Site: http://kennethgordonnovelist.com/
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Thank you, Kennth, for stopping by and sharing your book. I hope you have great success with it.
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