The Gorgon Bride Review Tour

Blurb:

THE GODS ARE FUNNY.

Except when you piss them off.

Then they suck.

They really, really suck.

(Really).

Alexander Weiss discovers this tidbit when he inadvertently insults Athena, Goddess of Wisdom, and she casts him away on a forgotten isle filled with statues.

Being marooned is bad enough, but the fact that the island is also the home of Euryale, elder sister to Medusa, makes the situation a touch worse. The only thing keeping Alex from being petrified is the fact that Euryale has taken a liking to the blundering mortal.

For now.

What follows next is a wild, adventurous tale filled with heroes, gods, monsters, love, and war that is nothing short of legendary.

Excerpt:

"I’m sorry, but I don’t understand what you’re saying,” Alex said, scratching his neatly trimmed beard. “Run that by me again?”

“Most certainly, kind sir,” the man replied. He wore a red tunic and conical hat and stood upon a small skiff. He kept his right hand stretched out and leaned on a pole with his left. “If you wish to cross the Acheron, it will be one obol,” he said, slowly enunciating every syllable. “Otherwise, you’ll have to join the others alongside the bank.”

         

The man’s words seeped into Alex’s mind. He looked about and noted that the shore stretched for a hundred yards to each side before being engulfed by a thick fog. Shadowy forms of people dotted the landscape. Some skipped stones. Others meandered. None interacted with one another.

         

Alex turned back to the man. “And you are?”

         

“Kharon,” the man replied. A smile flashed across his disfigured face. “Ferryman of the unseen.”

         

“Are you telling me I’m dead?”

         

“No. I’m telling you it’ll be one obol if you wish to cross.”

         

Alex shook his head. “I can’t be dead. This is nonsense.”

         

“The dead are those who have gone on.” Kharon said, motioning with his pole toward the waters. “You’re not dead, yet.”

         

“So you’re telling me I’m alive?”

         

Kharon sighed. “Look, this is simple. You can’t be squashed by a six-ton aquatic mammal and expect to live.”

         

“So what the hell am I, then?”

         

“Alexander Weiss, I presume,” Kharon said, shrugging. “Though I never asked your name, you do match the description given to me.”

         

“I must be dreaming.”

         

“You’re not.”

         

“I’ll wake up soon or something.” Alex tried pinching himself.

         

“You won’t.”

         

“Yes,” Alex told himself. “I’ll wait a moment and this will all be over.”

         

Kharon shrugged. “You’ll be here awhile.”

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When not writing, Galen Surlak-Ramsey has been known to throw himself out of an airplane, teach others how to throw themselves out of an airplane, take pictures of the deep space, and wrangle his four children somewhere in Southwest Florida.

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