On the 20th April Nikolas and Co: The Merman and The Moon Forgotten was launched into space by the author, Kevin McGill!
As some of you may already know (or not in my case, hehe) near space starts at 65,000 feet... and guess what? This book managed to reach nearly 100,000 feet while attached to a 600g helium balloon! Watch the video below to see it's journey!
Awesome or what?! Well I'm not quite finished yet...
I've also been informed that one lucky winner can win a Kindle Fire and a copy of this air-born book if they can guess correctly how far away it landed from the launch site! Click HERE to enter!
"A long time ago in a world not so far away…"
Senior stagecoach driver Yeri Willrow thought he was performing a simple drive and drop for his mysterious passengers, until they are attacked by foul-breath red-eyed creatures. He soon learns that his passengers are a family of automaton-legged merfolk, and he is their only hope. Yeri suddenly finds himself tasked with saving the merfolk or they will fall to the peril of the creature most foul.
"Sometime in the near future…"
Nick lives in a time when one can zip from country to country in mach-speed hovercars, extend their life indefinitely through cerebral downloads, and have every whim taken care of by their ever faithful nannydrone.Nick hates it. Aside from the refugee camps, overpopulation, and unchecked consumerism filling every city across the globe, Nick just doesn’t belong.
That is when he hears the voice of a woman: “The Rones lie about their true intent. They enter the city of Huron at the peril of us all.”
Shortly after, his slightly crazed grandfather reveals to him:
“All you’ve ever heard about the Moon is a lie, my dear Nikolas. He was not always a mere satellite, a ghost wandering the stars. In an age before our own, Moon was our twin, and in him bore the whole of magical life. The cradle of this magical civilization was a fantastic metropolis filled with fire-breathing winged lions, volcano-born nymphs, automaton-legged mermaids, and so much magic you can smell it. We called this city Huron, and you, Nikolas, are her steward.”