My Mortal Enemy

Stung by an unruly critic, our superhero book reviewer fights back

As a kid everything i ever read in comic books led me to believe that my mutant superpowers would start manifesting themselves sometime around the age of puberty. Personally I was hoping for either superstretchiness or force bolts of some kind. Puberty arrived in due course, but no superpowers, and I have reluctantly tossed my goal of becoming a superhero on the ash heap of my broken dreams. I do, however, have an archenemy.

His name is Edward Champion, or at least I assume it is. That's the name he blogs under. I've never met him. I don't know what he...

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