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In
a world where heroism and villainy are 9-to-5 gigs, Arthur Lovelass’s
life has reached critical mass. Every attempt he’s made to humiliate his
popular and heroic father has failed, his girlfriend has left him, his
sister won’t talk to him, and he’s jobless. As if that weren’t bad
enough, his roommate is threatening to kick him out of the apartment
after he causes an embarrassing accident which leaves her just as
unemployed.
Things
get worse when Arthur guilts his best friend Tim into accompanying him
on a prank at the Heroes’ Guild. Instead of petty vandalism, the two
stumble on a conspiracy which leaves four dead and the ‘Lord of Justice’
Arbiter on a campaign of revenge which threatens the very world Arthur
longs to be a part of.
Review: It was really super to read this kind of books sometimes. I really like to get into their hero's world. Usually I don't read this kind of book.. I watch it or I usually read comic or manga's like this book. But sometimes making different things is good. I don't want to give readers spoiler but you'll definately love the book if you're really into reading fight scenes :)
Excerpt:
Chapter One
Talia,
free of her escort, walked toward where the interview was supposed to
take place. A cardboard set up, propped up behind her guest’s seat,
showed the Golden Age Arbiter standing atop a pile of rubble as the city
of New York stretched behind him. Standing just past his shoulder, the
simpering actress hired to play One Shot gaped forward with dull eyes
and a jaw just slack enough to reveal her teeth. Further in the
background, an actor with a passable resemblance to the former president
of the United States stood, apparently lost in thought. At the base of
the display, the title of the piece blazed a shiny yellow: The Dawn of
the Silver Age. Talia snorted derisively, in an excellent imitation of
the first time she had seen the poster for the film.
“I
didn’t like the title myself,” came a slick-as-oil voice from behind
her. She turned to face the owner, Weston Marsh, the aggressively
unshaven star of the film. He removed his shades, brown eyes flickering
over his two-dimensional cut out. Placing one of the stems in his mouth,
he frowned contemplatively. “Wanted something a little ballsier. You
know. Like… Death to Desecrator or something like that.” He stuck his
hand out and, grinning, gave her a wink. “Weston Marsh, Miss
Illyanovich.”
She
looked at his winsome smile, then his hand. With slight hesitation, she
took it and shook it once. “Delighted.” His hand free, he opened his
blazer pocket and deposited his shades inside.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Jonathan Charles Bruce began writing terrible fiction when he was four. Although the original
manuscripts are lost (or perhaps destroyed), we can rest assured that his prose has improved
significantly since then.
He has a Master's Degree in history and enjoys dissecting the pop culture of the 20th century
and reading books of a non-historical nature. He maintains a presence on the Internet at his
imaginatively titled website, jonathancharlesbruce.com. He also provides work for Twenty Four
Pages a Second, a pretty keen website you should totally check out.
Website: http://jonathancharlesbruce.com/
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I totally read Weston in Michael Bieh's voice!!! Maybe he cold play the roll in the movie if it ever comes to the big screen!! :D
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