I was very honoured to get an ARC copy of this, and it’s been one of the funniest stories I’ve read in a long time. Most people know me, know I’m not really a funny kinda person, but with CT Phipps showing me how much snark and comedy can make a difference in your life. I actually found that this novel has a very special place in my heart.
Adam is just superb, the writing is so well done. I can’t praise Stephen Morse enough on this. I wasn’t 100% sure I was going to like it. There were a couple of topics that were so out there, that I already knew of, that I came into this book a little sceptical. I have to admit, I was wrong and I really shouldn’t have.
Overall Adam, Ted and Alice have such an adventure and as readers we are swept up in the whole affair. For anyone who loves superhero’s, fun, and sarcasm this is defo the book for you.
Full review to follow – 5 stars from me…. all round solid book! the audio will rock with the right narrator behind it.
Genre: Superhero comedy
When you’ve seen as many catastrophes as I have, “disaster” becomes a relative term. But when disaster hits, feel free to do what I do—hang your head while waiting for the tight-wearing crowd to arrive. That only works if your super power is the same one I have though. I’m an immortal walking magnet for superpowered problems.
This new guy, Ted—a fake part-time villain who’s in it for the ratings and excitement—wants me to be a field correspondent for his news blog, and his offer sounds good. If I can’t beat ’em, expose ’em. The problem is he has no idea what my daily life is like. No one really does—but they’ll learn.
“Your power attracts other powers. Why is that?” Ted asked again as if driving home a point.
“I’m one of God’s favorite children.” I upped my sarcasm.
“God didn’t make you a negative person. He places the challenges, and it’s up to us to rise to them.” Ted activated an evangelical-style accent, his voice raised at the end as though giving a sermon.
I rolled my eyes while I considered how to separate myself from Ted. The conversation was rapidly wearing down my remaining sanity.
“Don’t believe me? Time tells all. Anyway, if we can explore the limits of your power, we can figure out how to work that to our advantage,” he said.
We were speeding along the highway way too fast for my liking. We were blazing past the people next to us. They honked, flipped us off, and yelled out their windows as the Stingray drove through.
“They already did tests,” I said while looking around. Our speed had passed standard and moved on to breakneck.
“Adam, my boy, you’ve lived with your ability for so long, but it sounds like you know nothing about it.” Ted cranked up the engine again.
For a modified pile of dirt, we got incredible speed. Having the top down made it more obvious as the wind whipped furiously.
“Because it’s brought me such unquestionable joy over the years.”
“Adam.” Ted looked away from the road at me.
We sped up a curve that traveled toward a bridge that extended high in the air over a huge river.
“Ted?” My hands gripped the seat. This wasn’t the kind of ride to town I’d expected.
“I hate sarcasm.”
He didn’t turn with the road. Didn’t follow the dotted lines. A kindergartner understood coloring inside the borders. Ted broke those rules, sending us careening through a thick layer of asphalt and over the edge.
And for a moment, it seemed as though we might take off into the sky. Until gravity caught up with us, as it does to everything.
We fell. My stomach lifted up past the lungs. I wanted to scream, but air zipped by. Behind us, cars hit brakes; horns honked. Metal crashed. None of it mattered as the front of Ted’s dirt-made Stingray oriented down and took us with it.
Ted unbuckled his belt. One hand was already yanking out a glowing red orb from the dashboard. Almost immediately, the car started crumbling back to its earthen roots.
Clods of dirt around me. Falling. No more seat belt. A wall of water below that would break bones and possibly kill us. We were two hundred feet up, traveling in excess of eighty miles per hour. I’d never made it to higher math, but something about those numbers felt deadly.
“Geronimo!” Ted yelled gleefully in his high-pitched TeleGraph tones.
As my mouth opened, I noticed a figure swinging in through the air. The jarring sight was just enough to regain my sanity and remember that I’d survive this too. Blue-and-yellow clothes that were nearly form-fitting on a younger body. Ted’s arms windmilled. I relaxed as best I could.
The figure slammed into us and took our deadly fall and violently shifted it in another direction. My head nearly whipped completely around.
About Stephan Morse
Stephan Morse was born the year 1983 in San Diego. The next fifteen years were spent slowly escaping California and surviving a public education system. Thus far he’s made it to the Seattle (WA) region with little desire to go further. When not trying to shove words together into sentences Stephan spends time reading, catching up on sleep, and otherwise living a mundane life.
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