The Best & Worst: May IWSG
The awesome co-hosts for the May 4 posting of the IWSG are Kim Elliott, Melissa Maygrove, Chemist Ken, Lee Lowery, and Nancy Gideon! Thank you, guys!
![]() |
Join the IWSG! Sign up Here |
Revenge of the Space-Surfing Butt Monkeys (Gale Harbour Book Two)
By C.D. Gallant-King
Newfoundland, Canada, 1993.
It's been a
year since a handful of kids defeated the Psycho Hose Beast in the sleepy town
of Gale Harbour, Newfoundland. Our heroes have entered into the era of
rollerblades, Super Nintendo and oversized plaid shirts… unless you’re a goth,
then it’s the era of Maybelline eyeliner, boots with too many buckles, and
infected safety-pin piercings.
Thirteen-year-old
Niall O'Neil is navigating a blossoming relationship with his crush, Harper
Jeddore. Unfortunately, the power that allowed them to defeat the monster from
the deep is still within them, and they are no closer to understanding or
controlling it. When just touching your girlfriend can kill innocent
bystanders, it complicates the already precarious practice of teenage dating.
But lurking
in the backdrop of teenage romance, a sinister power is growing in Gale
Harbour, and dangerous people are turning up in the small town with possibly
deadly intentions.
Will the
kids defeat this new threat? What did the US Air Force leave in the abandoned
Hansen Air Force base? What is a space-surfing butt monkey? And most
importantly—will anyone get to touch a boob?
Horror / Science fiction / Comedy
Print ISBN
9798542434674 $13.99 USD
eBook ASIN
B09RKG6772 $3.99 USD
AMAZON US:
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09RKG6772
AMAZON
CANADA: https://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B09RKG6772
AMAZON UK:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B09RKG6772
“An
entertaining story peppered with dashes of nineties nostalgia, snappy one
liners and perfectly-captured teenage angst…” – Damien Larkin, author of Big
Red
“Gutsy,
original, and savagely fun.” – Samuel Gately, author of The Fire Eye Refugee
“Don’t let
the title fool you into thinking this is fluff… themes of age, memory, and
history are woven through on multiple levels, from one end of the character
continuum to the other.” – Joey Madia, Editor for NewMystics.com
“I would put him at the top of the list of Canadian horror humor authors, as soon as I find some more so I can actually make a list.” – Patrick LeClerc, author of Out of Nowhere
C.D. Gallant-King is a comic fantasy and horror writer currently based in Ottawa, Ontario, though he was born and raised in Newfoundland, in a town eerily similar to Gale Harbour. He has self-published four novels, including HELL COMES TO HOGTOWN, which was a semi-finalist in Mark Lawrence’s 2018 Self-Published Fantasy Blog-Off. His short fiction has appeared in multiple anthologies by Mystery & Horror LLC and Dancing Lemur Press, as well as in The Weird and Whatnot magazine.Contact
Information:
http://cdgallantking.ca
https://twitter.com/CDGallantKing
https://www.facebook.com/cdgallantking
https://www.instagram.com/cdgallantking/
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09RKG6772
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60387932
EXCERPT:
“Is Harper
home, Mrs. Jeddore?”
Understanding
dawned on Samantha’s face like a blossoming flower. She smiled, which brought a
small piece of comfort to Niall’s racing heart. “Oh, the two of you are going
out tonight, is that it? On a date? How sweet.”
She turned
back into the house and out, “Harper, your date is here!”
Niall’s cheeks
burned. Why did she have to make this even more awkward?
In the porch
behind Samantha, the small, bespectacled head of Niall’s best friend, Pius,
appeared from behind a corner. The long, black rat tail dangling down the back
of his neck looked particularly whimsical today, because of a new hair elastic
with brightly-coloured baubles at the end. “Niall? You’re going out with
Harper?”
Niall
groaned. He had hoped to keep this low-key. Why was everyone making a big deal
about this? “We’re just going to The Hangar for some milkshakes and fries.”
Pius’ eyes
grew wide, and then he adjusted his glasses. “The Hangar? Niall, are you trying
to get your ass kicked?”
Niall rolled
his eyes. “Pius…”
Samantha’s
face took on a look of motherly concern. “What? What are you talking about?”
“Guys like
us don’t go to The Hangar,” Pius explained. “Guys like us get beat up at The
Hangar.”
Niall resented
being lumped into the same category as his diminutive, glasses-wearing,
mathlete best friend. Niall had a date for crying out loud! Not to say Pius was
wrong, though…
“It’s the
underage dance tonight,” said Niall. “It’s fine. We’re going to play some
arcade games and eat French fries.”
“You know
who else goes to the underage dances?” Pius counted them off on his fingers.
“Bernie Budgell, Chris Tobin, Steve Cutler, and Keith Doucette. They all go to
look for fights and for nerds to pick on!”
“Well, I’m
not looking for a fight,” said Niall. “And Keith is our buddy now.”
“He would
still kick your ass to look cool in front of his friends.”
“Pius, stop saying ‘ass’!” Samantha scolded.