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by Michelle Gagnon

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17-year-old Sophie lies on her deathbed in California, awaiting the inevitable loss of her battle with cancer…
17-year-old Declan stares down two armed thugs in a back alley in Galway, Ireland…
17-year-old Anat attempts to traverse a booby-trapped tunnel between Israel and Egypt…
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17-year-old Sophie lies on her deathbed in California, awaiting the inevitable loss of her battle with cancer…
17-year-old Declan stares down two armed thugs in a back alley in Galway, Ireland…
17-year-old Anat attempts to traverse a booby-trapped tunnel between Israel and Egypt…
All three strangers should have died at the exact same moment, thousands of miles apart. Instead, they awaken together in an abandoned hospital—only to discover that they’re not alone. Three other teens from different places on the globe are trapped with them. Somebody or something seems to be pulling the strings. With their individual clocks ticking, they must band together if they’re to have any hope of surviving. 
Soon they discover that they've been trapped in a future that isn't of their making: a deadly, desolate world at once entirely familiar and utterly strange. Each teen harbors a secret, but only one holds the key that could get them home. As the truth comes to light Sophie, Declan, Anat, and the rest must decide what to do with a second chance at life—if they can survive to claim it.

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School Library Journal
Gr 7 Up—Three teens from around the world suddenly find themselves in an abandoned hospital the exact moment that their lives would have ended. Sophie was about to die from cancer in California, Anat was about to be suffocated in a tunnel between Israel and Egypt, and Declan was about to be shot in Ireland. This sci-fi thriller focuses on these young people as they try to make sense of their situations, get to know one another, and struggle to work out how they can get back to their lives-if they possibly can. Strangelets switches point of view frequently and introduces a lot of characters at once, making the start a little bumpy for impatient readers. The complicated but innovative premise falls short, and the pace of the novel jumps from tortoise speed to cheetah and back again a bit too often. Perhaps the biggest surprise of a story that starts with the main characters seconds away from death is that it all comes to a tidy and convenient end. Despite the bumps, Strangelets definitely serves an audience that is chomping at the bit for more dystopian thrillers.—Emily Chornomaz, Camden County Library System, NJ
Publishers Weekly
The first half of Gagnon’s (Don’t Turn Around) thriller is well-executed survivalist horror endured by six teens trapped in a hospital-like bunker. They come from every point on the globe: cancer-stricken Sophie from California, petty thief Declan from Ireland, military trainee Anat from Israel, hiker Nico from Switzerland, shy Yosh from Japan, and studious Zain from India. Suspicious, confused, and desperate, they draw together to crack the bunker and figure out why they are there; escaping proves easier than solving the second mystery. Though they deduce that all of them were in near-death situations prior to awakening in the bunker, no reasonable theory exists for how they were transported there and why they are still alive. The second half of the story pivots from the engrossing characters and building suspense to the unraveling of their questions, and Gagnon’s mastery of the narrative falters somewhat. The action remains pulse-pounding, but some readers may find the SF explanation underlying the adventure to be a letdown after the skillful buildup that precedes it. Ages 14–up. Agent: Stephanie Kip Rostan, Levine Greenberg Literary Agency. (Apr.)
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Praise for Strangelets

“Mysterious, compelling, and edge-of-your-seat, heart-in-your-throat, drive-you-out-of-your-mind suspenseful, Strangelets was a thrill ride I never wanted to end.”
—Robin Wasserman

"Didn't put it down until I was done—and then I was sad it was over. Can't wait to see what Gagnon is up to next!"
—Liz Braswell

“Three very different teens on the edge of death get firsthand experience of the Many-Worlds Interpretation of quantum mechanics... Finding out what happened takes a back seat to survival... but readers won’t mind. Interesting characters, some of whom have dangerous secrets, act and react like real teens. The slow reveal of what’s going on is as tantalizing as the action is pulse-pounding... A fun ride.”
Kirkus Reviews

"Well-executed survivalist horror.... Engrossing characters and building suspense.... Pulse-pounding.”
Publishers Weekly

"Fast-paced.... very intriguing."
—Kittling Books

“Gagnon blends the dystopian phenomenon with a creepiness that fans of The Walking Dead can appreciate. And while Gagnon presents the story simply, it is anything but easy to explain, with the tragedy of an incident akin to Isla Bick’s Ashes...  With gore, sympathetic and equally unsympathetic characters, and tension, teens will unequivocally devour this dystopian tale, which is certainly worth adding to the shelf.”

“I loved the story.... There were many twists and turns and surprises along the way, but it all helped build this world the characters suddenly found themselves in. It was amazing.”
The Story Behind the Book Cover

“A crazy, mysterious, creepy, mind boggling story!”
Some Like It Paranormal 

Strangelets is crazy and awesome and thrilling and, well, strange.... I look forward to reading more from Gagnon, especially if it's anything like Strangelets.”
Beauty and the Bookshelf 

 “Fans of time travel, the concept of parallel universes or multi-verses will completely devour this story.... The way in which the events are described in Strangelets by Michelle Gagnon sure makes it seem like this could be true.  And that totally freaks me out!”
Chapter by Chapter

“A taut, well-paced mystery with sci-fi tendencies.”
—We Eat YA

“The characters of Strangelets are – like LOST – varied in nature and in appeal.... [A] fun read.”
—The Book Smugglers

"Fast-paced.... very intriguing.
—Kittling Books
Praise for The Tunnels
"Michelle Gagnon's stellar debut is an edge-of-your seat story of suspense and intrigue. Highly recommended."
─New York Times
bestselling author Sheldon Siegel


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VOYA - Alicia Abdul
Each teen character was on the verge of death when their worlds went blank and they woke up in a functional but vacant facility, discovering each other. While Sophie suffered from cancer, currently she seems healed. Declan and Anat bring international flavor as Declan hails from Ireland and Anat from Israel, each with their own baggage. While the story focuses on these three, there are also Nico, Yosh, and Zain, who make their own significant impressions on the story. With teamwork, they discover stories of the incident that has left the world devoid of humans while hungry creatures prowl dusty monoliths of cities that used to exist and attempt a reversal of their fates, even if it means taking potentially fatal chances. With several young adult books already under her belt, Gagnon blends the dystopian phenomenon with a creepiness that fans of The Walking Dead can appreciate. And while Gagnon presents the story simply, it is anything but to explain, with the tragedy of an incident akin to Isla Bick's Ashes putting the characters in a life-altering situation for which there might not be a solution. The writing is captivating and the mystery unfolds comfortably, though thin in some parts of the action. With gore, sympathetic and equally unsympathetic characters, and tension, teens will unequivocally devour this dystopian tale, which is certainly worth adding to the shelf. Reviewer: Alicia Abdul
Kirkus Reviews
Three very different teens on the edge of death get firsthand experience of the Many-Worlds Interpretation of quantum mechanics. Sophie is dying of lymphoma in a California hospice. Declan is about to be shot as a thief in Galway City. Anat is trapped in a tunnel collapse in the Gaza Strip....The next moment they awaken in a closed ward of what appears to be a hospital. Meeting up with Swiss Nico, Zain from India and Yosh from Japan, none trusts the others, but they have to work together since they've no food. When they do manage an escape, the world they find outside is a nightmare. It seems vaguely familiar to Nico, whose father works as a physicist on Long Island, but the buildings are weathered, and mature trees crack the pavements. The place is deserted except for violent, frightening beasts. Finding out what happened takes a back seat to survival. Gagnon's second for teens (Don't Turn Around, 2012) riffs on the notion that a supercollider will spawn mini–black holes and plays fast and loose with the laws of physics, but readers won't mind. Interesting characters, some of whom have dangerous secrets, act and react like real teens. The slow reveal of what's going on is as tantalizing as the action is pulse-pounding. Takes some suspension of disbelief (especially for science lovers) but a fun ride. (Science fiction. 14 & up)

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Chapter One
Palo Alto, California

Sophie Page felt herself getting closer. Every inhale drew farther apart from the previous until she could measure the gaps between them. She could almost picture the breaths strung like beads on a necklace, stretching far into the distance, growing more isolated from one another as they approached the horizon. Her heartbeat followed suit, its thump slowing until she felt only an occasional tap against her ribcage.
     It was easier than she’d expected, letting go. Sophie was vaguely aware of her parents standing on either side of the hospital bed, gripping her hands tightly, as if they alone could tether her to the earth. Her younger sister, Nora, sobbed quietly at the foot of the bed. The whisper of sneakers on linoleum came and went as silent nurses flitted around like moths, doing their best to be unobtrusive.
     They’d offered her a priest, but she’d turned them down. It seemed hypocritical when she hadn’t been in a church in years. She’d allowed her parents to tuck Soup, the bedraggled stuffed cat she’d slept with as a child, in bed beside her. But they all knew that was more for their sake than hers. Sophie hadn’t thought about Soup in years—at least, not until she’d been confined to a bed for what remained of her life.
     Sophie drew a sudden, sharp breath. She hadn’t known exactly what to expect. In the past few weeks, as her inevitable demise approached, she’d developed a voracious
appetite for stories of near-death experiences. Apparently people saw everything from angels to a bright light to nothingness. Some were exotic: a Lakota chief claimed that he rose above the clouds and saw a circular hoop surrounding the world, its edges vanishing into infinity. Others were more mundane, like the Calcutta man who found himself in a large government office, where a panel of faceless people berated him for showing up early, then sent him back into his body.
     She figured she should have something to look forward to. Anything was preferable to her present: endless rounds of chemotherapy and countless awkward discussions in doctor’s offices where various experts tried to explain why her lymphoma wasn’t responding to treatment. A steady stream of hospital beds until she finally landed in this one, in the hospice. Would she see anything at all? The secrets of the universe revealed? Another strange bureaucracy? Or just a blinding flash, then nothing.
     Whatever she’d expected, it hadn’t been this.
     Her parents stiffened, though she could still feel their grasp. Her sister had also frozen mid-sob, as if someone had snapped a photo. The walls suddenly seemed to bow out, expanding. Like the hospice room had suddenly come to life and sucked in a huge breath of air. And at the foot of her bed was . . . a circle. Technicolor? No. Not bright enough. Not light, exactly, but not dark, either. Sophie was transfixed by it. Every color imaginable, whirling in a dizzying gyre. It started as small as a pinhole, rapidly increasing in size until it was the size of a loaf of bread, then a car. Asit grew, it drew the contents of the room inexorably inward. Sophie wanted to call out to her family and ask if they were seeing it, too, and maybe knew what it was. But she was as immobilized as they were, heavy—and this was it, she realized. This was how she was going to die.
     An overwhelming calm and peace descended on her. Sophie relaxed, letting her mind spin along with the gyre, touching lightly on memories. All felt rich and crucial somehow . . . The time she ran away from home after a silly fight and Mom found her hiding behind the local ice cream store . . . When Nora was first brought home from the hospital and Sophie couldn’t believe this red-faced screaming tiny thing was her sister (Aren’t babies supposed to be cute?) . . . Dad swinging her up on his shoulders, so she could reach the apples dangling just out of reach on the branches above. Funny: She hadn’t had the heart to tell him that apple picking was boring.
     Sophie didn’t have any regrets, not really. It would have been nice to have lived longer: a real life, a full one. But she’d had plenty of time to come to terms with the fact that she’d never go to college. Never know what it felt like to fall in love. Never marry or have kids of her own to take apple picking or fight with and make up with. She was ready. The gyre reached the tip of her toes. A peculiar heat came off it, as if it were a living thing lapping at her heels. Sophie smiled one last time and closed her  eyes, letting it take her.

Galway City, County Galway, Ireland

Declan Murphy tripped and nearly went flying. At the last moment he regained his footing and tore forward, feeling the hardness of pavement through his worn trainers.
     He chanced a glance over his shoulder. The two arseholes were still after him. They looked winded—they were old, probably thirty—but seemed to be closing the gap. And they looked damned pissed to boot.
     “Bloody hell,” Declan muttered to himself. All this fuss over a box. He tucked it more securely under his arm and kept running.
     He had no idea what was inside. Based on the doggedness of his shite pursuers, it was probably more valuable than he’d thought. As Declan rounded the corner, his mind
spun through possible escape routes. Usually, he’d have at least three mapped out in advance. But this had been a oneoff, a job taken on a lark from a random guy in a pub. Not the sort of thing he’d usually do. Problem was, he’d had in mind to buy something nice for Katie, her birthday coming up and all. And she’d made him swear that any gift he gave her was bought, not stolen. So when the stranger offered a hundred euros up front, another hundred on delivery, Declan agreed. After all, the man said he was only claiming what was rightfully his in the first place. And it was a house
job. Not a bank or a business. The study window was never locked—no one would even be home, he assured Declan.
     In and out, easy, the bloke claimed. Quickest two hundred
quid he would ever make.

     Except, of course, there had been someone. Two someones, in fact—they’d entered the room as he was slipping back out the window. By the time Declan reached the  corner they were nearly on him, proving to be in surprisingly good running shape for a couple of middle-aged bastards. But now they were losing steam.
     The house was located in Salthill, the nicer section of Galway—and an area Declan wasn’t familiar with. He should have known, he chided himself. His mum always said not to trust lads from Salthill. So he shouldn’t have been surprised when he darted right and hit an alleyway, rather than the water he was expecting. And the alley dead-ended in a solid brick wall. He’d made a right hames of it, sure enough. Either that or the fool in the pub had set him up.
     Cursing, he doubled back, only to find the two arseholes blocking the entrance. Declan’s eyes darted around, looking for a fire escape, a dumpster, anything. But he was surrounded on all three sides by solid walls, not so much as a bin lid at hand to toss at them.
     His pulse quickened. They could have been best mates, the kind you find at a football match, short-cropped and leather-jacketed and red-faced with beer, shouting obscenities. But their faces were pale, and their eyes dark and sober. Still, Declan forced a cocky grin as they advanced. “Aye, you got me, then.” He raised the box with both hands. “You’re welcome to it.”
     Already got a hundred quid, after all, he told himself. More than enough to get Katie the necklace he’d had his eye on. A heart with a ruby set in the center, the color just a few shades brighter than her hair. Declan cursed himself. Really would have been so much easier just to lift it. She’d never have to know. Hardly any security to speak of at Hartmann’s, at least nothing he couldn’t get past.
     With no response from the pair, he set the box down and backed away until he reached the rear brick wall. The larger one stooped to retrieve it. He was tall and not as flabby as Declan had initially thought, with black hair. The other bloke was blond, lean and compact like Declan. He stared at Declan, unblinking. Now that they were less than a meter away he saw that they weren’t so old—late twenties, maybe, or early thirties.
     They whispered to each other in hard, low voices. It was a different language; Russian, maybe? They had that Slavic look, as if no matter how much they ate they’d still be hungry.
     Declan swallowed. “All good then, eh?” he managed.
     The taller one handed the shorter one the box. He opened it without taking his eyes off Declan, checked inside, then nodded brusquely. He strode out of the alley without looking back.
     The taller one watched him leave, then turned. Something in his eyes struck Declan to the core, a sort of tired resignation. With slow-motion horror, Declan watched the Russian reach under his T-shirt and pull a pistol from the waistband of his jeans. Declan raised both hands. “Hold up, mate,” he said. “I mean to tell no one, if that’s what you’re worrying about . . .”
     The Russian glanced back over his shoulder, clearly checking for witnesses.
     Turning, he raised the gun to shoulder height. Time again seemed to slow. The killer’s eyes transformed. They looked bored, sleepy. Somehow that made it even worse . . . like at the end of the day he’d barely remember this. Declan pictured him sitting down to supper, telling the wife, Aye, I went to the bank and the Tesco, got a pint . . . something else . . . oh, nearly forgot about shooting that sixteen-year-old lad in the head.
     Declan felt his knees start to go, everything inside him rapidly turning to liquid. Katie’s face flashed through his mind, her blue eyes sparkling, the light glinting off her
teeth as she laughed . . .
     The gunman’s tired eyes suddenly leapt awake like window shades snapping up. Wide open, they reflect a glistening light. He reared back and winced. The gun fired.
Declan ducked, terrified, hands instinctively protecting his head. Tiny shards of brick rained down on his skull and fingers from the wall behind.
     A miss. Declan had a chance.
     “Jay-sus, please,” he pleaded frantically. “I swear on my mother’s life . . .”
     But the bloke didn’t seem to have heard him. He was still backing away, his own hands raised. His face was now terrified and curiously illuminated.
     Declan frowned. Crazy bastard was acting as if a monster had appeared. He swiveled around. Blinked. There was an enormous hole in the wall below where the bullet had struck: a swirling, glowing whirlpool. In a brick wall. Panic was suddenly replaced by something else . . . Wonderment? Relief? He was reminded of the time he took E with Katie at a dance party; the walls had shimmered then. But he was cold sober now, this had to be something else. It reminded him of those stories they told in church, of true miracles . . . Reverently, Declan reached toward the colors with both hands—
     Something yanked hard from the other side, dragging him into the vortex.

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