By Owen King, John McNally
Twenty-two of present day such a lot proficient writers (and comics fanatics) unite in Who Can shop Us Now?, an anthology that includes brand-new superheroes built for the threats and demanding situations of the twenty-first century -- with a number of supervillains thrown in for reliable degree. Edited and with contributions via Owen King (We're All during this Together) and John McNally (America's document Card), Who Can keep Us Now? enriches the superhero canon immeasurably.
With mutations stranger than the X-Men and with much more luggage than the Hulk, this subsequent iteration of superheroes is a much cry out of your run-of-the-mill caped crusader. From the image-conscious and not-very-mysterious masked meathead who swoops in and sweeps the harsh woman reporter off her toes; to the Meerkat, who overcomes his species' lovable and cuddly snapshot to turn into the resident hero in a small Midwestern urban; to the Silverfish, "the creepy superhero," who fights crime whereas preserving the slipperiest of identities; to Manna guy, who manipulates the minds of televangelists to serve his personal righteous undertaking, those protectors (and on occasion antagonizers) of the blameless and the virtuous will pride literary fans and comedian enthusiasts alike.
With wonderful illustrations via artist Chris Burnham, Who Can keep Us Now? bargains a colourful, humorous, and actually strange array of characters and their tales.
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