Greg Roberts has been in love with the girl next door since they were both twelve, but Gloria Torkinson is engaged to marry someone else. Greg can only respect her choice in the matter - until his fairy godmother pops in with a different idea. As a mysterious, masked superhero Greg can appear to Gloria in a whole new light and win her love. But super-heroing is trickier than Greg knew, creating its own problems and uncovering inimical forces in his world that he never suspected. He'll have to discover the true hero in himself before he can set things to right and win at love.
Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / Urban LifeRank has varied, from a low overall on Amazon of 3,112,187 to a high of 23,887 overall.
She had to fight for all she was worth. She twisted and tore at the clutching limbs until more creatures secured her arms. She kicked against resilient abdominal segments and scaly exoskeletons. Thrashing wildly, Gloria shouted outrage when she wasn’t screaming in terror.
At least, she struggled until she looked down. The lawns and sculptures spread like a map below her. Far, far below. The scene shifted and spun, and now it looked like the Calder would be a good bet for impaling her if she fell. She closed her eyes and stiffened, ceasing her struggles, though she still cringed from the huge limbs holding her.
Oh, God. Now would be a good time to faint. Where were they taking her?
A figure in gold and green blazed toward them from below.
Wonder Guy! Gloria’s heart leapt in her breast.Oh, thank heaven. Oh, crap. Her hair must look like hell,whipping and tangling around her face in the wind.
In the next instant, with a series of sharp popping noises and a smell she remembered from summer evenings near a bug zapper, the giant mosquitoes lost their holds on Gloria’s arms. She rejoiced and despaired again immediately, falling free toward the earth below. Her stomach lurched,dropping even faster than she fell through the air. The wind dragged at her hair and clothes, stopping her breath. The pervasive drone of wings fell silent and empty husks of giant mosquitoes filled the air, falling with her. The sharp black point of the Calder sculpture’s support rushed to meet them. Gloria screamed.
Strong, gentle arms scooped her up, and she threw her arms around the hero’s strong neck, burying her face in the warm crook below his clean-cut jaw, trembling in relief.
“Hey,” he said. “It’s gonna be okay.”
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Already translated.
Translated by Luis Manuel Camacho Salgado
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Author review: Excellent, speedy work |
