Book 3 is done and in the process of being published. Here’s the cover! Thanks David Dodd for your excellent work!
Had a blast getting interviewed by SciFi Saturday Night last week! Great episode where we talk about Andrew Doran and Giant Penguins!
My ambitions for 2021.
That being said, a plan is the what, and a schedule is the when. So this post is about the plan, and the schedule is “Try for 2021!”
Here’s the plan with attempted dates, and the only promise I’ll give you is that, I WILL TRY TO MEET THEM.
Satan’s Salesman 2 – This one is almost done! I have a little over 30,000 words and am aiming to finish typing it by March. Then it’ll be off to the publisher. In this one, Shane Lowe is back and being the head of the American division of Perdition Investments isn’t all it’s cut out to be. Not only is everyone out to devour you, but one of his contracts, the one that got him his job, is in jeopardy and now he has to defend his decisions in a court of demons and angels. Between that and his future wife returning from Hell just a little off. The world of Soul Sales is cut throat, and Shane is learning just how cut throat it really is.
Broken Nights 3 – Mike and I are only about a fifth of the way through this one, maybe a little less. We’ve got the plan though: Stella Bernard is finally in the stage in which she can enact her plans to the fullest. She spent book 1 created enhanced human beings. She spent book 2 testing the resistance they could come up against. In book 3, we discover that she has an entire organization that has been kidnapping and testing the enhanced. There’s an entire complex filled with them. A prison for supers and Jason finds himself locked inside.
The Esoteric Cavalry – This is a new one and a first for me. I’ll be writing about the wild west, but with a twist. This wild west takes place in the Andrew Doran universe. The Esoteric Cavalry is the only defense that the United States Government has put in place to protect its citizens from the denizens of the dark. The Civil War is over and the battle scarred Hiram Cartwright doesn’t know what to do with himself. That is, until his commanding officer lets him know that while the war his over, the battle rages on. Hiram and his brother Buford will lead a charge into the western territories to recruit new marshals for the Cavalry and take on the unknown horrors hidden in the still expanding United States.
2 more Mythos Anthologies – I’m working on another fun Mythos Crossover. You’ll learn more later.
Coven – I’ve talked about this before, but I have only been waiting to finish Broken Nights 3 before I start it. In Broken Nights: Strange Worlds, we introduced Coven, the witch with the minds of 8 friends in her head, lending her their power to make her the most powerful practitioner out there. This is going to be a step down from the Broken Nights kind of theme, and follow an idea that is more like the X-Files meets Warehouse 13. Hunting for magical items and people who are breaking the rules, while traveling with with a partner/cop for the magical world (Samuel Dolan, the werewolf P.I. from my short story “Guard Dog.”
No Monster! – My first attempt at a children’s book, based on the imaginary adventures of my 2 year old. Willow saw a pile of leaves once and started shouting “No Monster!” at it. Since then, she’s made it her battle cry whenever she’s mildly intimidated by something that she doesn’t understand. The children’s book will have her confronting each of these monsters and them deciding to join her and help protect her as she faces bigger monsters. A large part of this is me honing my own artistic talent until I’m happy with it. This could easily be the same project I’m working on in 2 years, but I’m hoping to get it finished this year. Here’s a sample idea for the cover and art style I am currently working with. I like the Willow design, although it needs more practice. The monster is replaceable.
Andrew Doran Omnibus (or a more exciting name, I’m still working on it) – The full collection of every Andrew Doran story up to and including Andrew Doran and the Scroll of Nightmares. Yes, they are already written, but there’s some work to do still. Putnam Finch is working on a really great cover and sent me this sketch as an idea of what he’s thinking of doing for it. This isn’t the actual work, but just his idea, and damn am I excited!
Before I dive into this, I should give the uninitiated of you a little background of myself. I was an Archaeologist for a few years, and studied for just about as long. My favorite cultures of study were the Mayan and Aztec. This led me to learning about the Popol Vuh.
The Popol Vuh was a set of stories that included their creation myths and, my favorite, the story of the twins (I could read the Wiki article, but doing this from memory is more fun for me). In it, the Twins go through a series of adventures that drag them through the land of the dead and back to the land of the living after a series of adventures and pranks against the various gods. (One of those stories has one of the brothers getting his head removed and they replace it with a cabbage and the cabbage transforms into the twin’s head. No issues. So, either magic cabbage or the kids were magic. I think it was the kids being magic.)
Anyway, I have a point to all of this. To succeed in their quest, they had to die, travel through the underworld, succeed, and escape the underworld. A lot of other cultures have similar stories of passing through the underworld to accomplish a goal. And I have a theory that this happened in Moana.
Yes. Moana, the Disney movie. With the Rock.
I have a 2 year old who is in love with, what she calls the movie, “Maui Time!” So, I have seen this movie more times that I have watched any movie I ever had to do an essay on in college (looking at you “The 6th Day”).
Moana’s goal is to leave the island with the Heart of Tafiti. If you watch it like any 2 year old or person with a passing interest, you will watch as Moana leaves the island, gets swept up by the ocean, wakes up on a tropical island where she finds the demigod, Maui. Other stuff happens that I’ll get to later.
Ok, so this theory of mine is that she doesn’t find any of the gods and underworld stuff, and she wouldn’t have ever found them, until after her ship gets capsized, exactly like happened to her father and his DIED DURING THE CAPSIZING friend. Then she mysteriously wakes up on the correct island and the demigod that she was looking for is there.
So, here’s my story. When Maui lost the Heart of Tafiti, the ocean brought it to the world of the living. Moana found it, and she was quested with returning it to him. Except he is in what I will henceforth refer to as Level 1 of the Spiritual Realm. Her boat capsizes because she has no idea what she’s doing on a canoe. She drowns and is spirited away to Level 1 of the Spiritual Realm where the spirit of the ocean has more power and can help guide her unconscious spirit to the right spot. Great, part one is done. She has found Maui. There’s arguments and then they meet a few things that she’s never seen in the land of the living, like the coconut critters. They fight them and then he takes her to the gateway that leads to the Realm of Monsters, or as I will refer to it, Level 2 of the Spiritual Realm. They literally have to dive into this deeper level of the spirit world in order to get his Hook, which disappeared along with the Heart. In other words, this is evidence that when Maui lost them they both ended up in different worlds.
Alright, the rest of the movie happens and they end up fighting the firey goddess and lose because of, in my opinion, a lack of communication. Maui ducks out and Moana is set adrift in the middle of the ocean, where we get a third level of the Spiritual Realm. This one is the “land” of the dead. It’s more “ocean” of the dead, but that’s kind of the theme of the movie. Anyway, she gets spiritual guidance from a lot of ghosts, but mostly her grandmother.
The grandmother is a little bit of a conundrum for my version of this story. When she dies, you see her spiritual manta ray surge under the wave as Moana pushes past the reef. This doesn’t mean that everything else doesn’t happen, but it shows more of a spiritual presence in the living world than I am normally comfortable with in this theory, as Moana needs to leave her world to enter the world of magic…but there is magic when her grandma does that. It works, vaguely.
Anyway, grandma and a bunch of old dead guys give her the confidence she needs to succeed. She fights the evil god, gets her friend back, and restores the Heart. Watch the movie for detailed spoilers on that part. After she meets the god, she gets a boat that, essentially is identical to the one she left on. I don’t know if that’s important. She takes the boat and sails back home. We don’t know how long that takes.
When she gets home, her family rejoices that she’s still alive and she takes the time to share her Wayfinding mastery with her people and help them explore again.
In this last bit, I feel the movie glazes over her return because we’re past the climax. Obviously, the ocean spirit and Tafiti are responsible for her return to the land of the living. No small feat, but I think the ocean is the only medium that could have returned her and her knowledge from the gods.
If you’ve seen the movie, you can see that my interpretation is a little darker than Disney would have wanted to portray. Moana dies, travels through multiple levels of the underworld to retrieve the knowledge to save her people (sailing), and saved two gods to return the world to balance, before returning to the land of the living.
Her head was never replaced by a cabbage, but a giant crab with a New Zealander accent tried to eat her, so to each their own.
Where am I going with this? That’s a great question, and I am glad you have stayed with me this long to ask.
Wouldn’t it be cool if this kind of journey through the underworld was mirrored or told through the eyes of a New Englander and Lovecraft?
“But Matt,” I can hear you say, “isn’t that The Statement of Randolph Carter? Or The Silver Key? Or literally any story with Randolph Carter in it?”
To which I answer, Shut up! Yes, that is something that Lovecraft more or less already did, but his wasn’t nearly as fun, gory, or written by me, as mine would be. The Carter story was also something more personal to the main protagonist, as it should be, but my idea is that the story would have more world ramifications.
Think about it. Random book nerd learns of the coming cosmic apocalypse. He knows that he needs to stop it and he thinks he’s found the item, a black shard of something that seems to shift shapes. He discovers a crypt under the local library. Breaking in at night, he makes his way into the crypt and finds the remnants of a ceremony that has already happened. The clock is ticking and the dominoes have been tipped. He sees a carving in the stone wall and runs his fingers over it, reading the R’lyehian text out loud. Nothing seems to happen, but he hadn’t expected it to anyway. Then he hears a growl, turns, and is attacked by an alien monstrosity with teeth everywhere. He’s knocked unconscious in the struggle.
He wakes up deeper in the caverns but has no idea where. He swears he thought he was going to be as good as dead. The monster surely wanted his throat, but he seems fine. Then he sees a marking on the wall and realizes that he’s actually closer to his destination than he thought he would be. That’s when he meets an old professor he thought had passed years ago. Obviously not. Together they work toward solving the mystery and come across horrors that our hero never imagined coming across before.
Yeah, that could be fun. I think I might try fleshing something out in that regard. Maybe a novella.
Anyway, thanks for sticking with me through this lengthy explanation for a fun idea. If you know of anyone else who has already done something similar to this, or other ancient stories that follow a similar structure, please share them in the comments.
I’m a little behind in my words, but once I got 2,318 done today, I needed a break.
So, I jumped onto Photopea (a browser only photoshop clone), and started playing around with PSD files from CoverVault.
These are some of my upcoming titles and my bigger titles.
And these are my current and upcoming anthologies only.
Those are some beautiful covers, but I’m biased. Head on over to Amazon to see what they are about.
NaNo has been going great. I started walking about 3 times a day lately, and yesterday I was just too tired to make the wordy words. It’s put me a little behind but nothing is more motivating that seeing your next book cover coming to life.
As I work on Satan’s Salesman 2: The Devil is in the Details, I’ve asked Putnam Finch, my favorite artist, to start work on the next cover. He sent me this beautiful piece of work today.
Going to get some words down tonight and try to catch up for my day off over the week.
I know that I still owe you all a review for the last two episodes of Lovecraft Country, but honestly, I’ve been rocking and rolling on the novel writing front and don’t want to lose that momentum (he says as he writes a blog post…).
Andrew Doran and the Scroll of Nightmares is with Beta Readers and my editor, Kelsey! This is awesome! I took way too long (as many of you have told me) to get this novel out. To be fair, there are a lot of ways that I gave you more Andrew Doran during the wait, but I get it. You didn’t want the afternoon snack, you wanted dinner. Well, we’re almost there! Just gotta get through edits!
Andrew Doran was my NaNoWriMo goal, and I got that done in the first 7 days. Now I am using that momentum to pick up the pace on Satan’s Salesman 2: The Devil is in the Details.
Satan’s Salesman is a book that I had originally intended as a one-and-done. It was only when fans and reviewers started asking for a sequel that I wondered how I would even do it. That’s when a fan and fellow author, C. T. Phipps, came to me with a plot idea that we worked together to develop what we hope is a strong plot. This month I’ll be fleshing it out and hopefully those same fans and reviewers (HI!) will enjoy what Phipps and I have created.
That reminds me, I’m going to need to reach out to my buddy Putnam Finch and talk about the next Satan’s Salesman cover. I’m thinking demon sales lady. Sexy, black and white, and definitely evil.
Oh, and hey, we may or may not have a new president, although you don’t have to read between the lines to know I’m hoping for the ‘may.’ I can’t wait to see what this change brings to the good ole U. S. of A. but I’m ready for it.
Also, I have two more anthologies coming out. I don’t know when but you can look forward to The Book of Yig: Revelations of the Serpent (with Andrew Doran and the Journey to the Serpent Temple) and Tales of Yog-Sothoth (with Andrew Doran and the Forever Gate).
I apologize to those who were excited to see a new episode of Arrow: Green Lantern this week. We will return to our regularly scheduled programming soon.
To explain today’s post, which is a huge break from what I normally do, you would have to know something about my family. My wife, my 2 year old, and myself are all obsessed with The Goofy Movie from 1995. The worst culprit would have to be my wife. Whereas I have fond memories of singing the songs and laughing with my brother about the movie, I was always more of a Goof Troop fan. My daughter has recently discovered the show and loves initiating Davenport Dance Parties whenever Powerline is on the screen. This of course leads into An Extremely Goofy Movie, the less successful sequel that follows Max (and Goofy) to college. My wife is a little less enthusiastic about this one, but Willow doesn’t know the difference between Powerline and Disco yet, but musical taste is reserved for 3 year olds, so I’m told.
That being said, I’ve always wanted to see the trilogy completed, and even more so now that Willow has entered our lives. Through A Goofy Movie, An Extremely Goofy Movie, cameos in Ducktales (the reboot), and some Christmas thing my daughter found on Disney+, we’ve only been given snippets of what came after and the road for the Goof family. What we’ve been given has shown that Max appreciates his dad more and more as he got older and that gave me an idea.
In my scenario, Max is in his late 20’s and, like his father, his spouse is nowhere to be seen. Max, the rocking out, skateboarding, extreme sports-junky is now a father to the very serious (think the kid from Pagemaster) very school-driven 8 year old little girl, Maz (or Mazzy).
One more thing before it starts: If Disney wants this, I’m totally willing to sell out. Give me a call, I’m sure you can use your Super Computers to find my phone number.
Opens on Maximilian Goof, late 20’s, knocking on a bedroom door decorated in little girl things.
Maz Goof is in her room and doing her homework.
Max- “Hey kiddo, it’s summer vacation, what are you working on?”
Maz- “I bartered with the children in the grade above me for their assignments. I’m getting a headstart on next year’s homework.”
Maz- “Wouldn’t you rather go outside or play with your friends?”
Maz- frowning- “Father, friends consume time that could be better applied to study.”
Max frowns, and an idea suddenly strikes him. – “I’ll bet I can teach you something.” He smiles at his cleverness. “A physics lesson!”
Maz- “Is this some plot to engage me in ‘fun’?”
Max- “Well, yes, but you might also learn something.”
Maz- “Very well, father.”
Cut to Max giving pointers on skateboarding and Maz speaking to it’s dangers with percentages. Max skates off screen and we hear the classic Goofy Scream.
The next scene is Goofy running through a hospital and to a room. Max is in a full body cast and Maz is thanking him for the very important lesson.
Maz hugs her grandfather and gives a clever explanation when Goofy asks what happened.
Maz- “Father taught me what happens when a small mass at high velocity collides with a much larger mass that is stationary.”
Goofy raises an eyebrow at Max who gestures at the broken skateboard and says, “I crashed.”
Max asks Maz to get him something from the vending machine as a ploy to get Goofy alone.
Max- “Dad, I need you to watch Maz. She’s too young to go without someone and I’m not moving anywhere for 4 to 6 weeks.”
Goofy- “Max, I dunno, son. I’ve always been a little…”
Max smiles- “Goofy?”
Goofy returns the smile- “Well, yah. And Maz is just a little…”
Max- “No, she’s way too serious. That’s why you have to take her. She needs to learn that it’s ok to have fun. That it’s ok to be Goofy!”
Goofy- “Well, I don’t know what little girls like to do…”
Max- pulls out a slip of paper, aged, folded- “I already figured that out.”
Goofy unfolds the paper and the biggest, Goofy-est grin spreads across his face and a tear comes to one of his eyes.
Goofy straightens and pushes the paper back toward Max who refuses it- “Really? This is really something that she should do with her father.”
Max nods- “Really. I would love to take her, but she won’t learn what she really needs to learn with me. Besides,” he shrugs as much as his body cast will let him, “I’m not going anywhere for a while.”
Goofy- “But what about you, son? I can’t leave you here all alone.”
Right then the nurse walks in and Max’s eyes light up. She’s “Disney-attractive.”
Max- “I’ll be alright.”
Goofy catches on and let’s out a “hyuck.”
The camera zooms in on the paper, it’s a map, and a corner of it is circled.
It reads, Lake Destiny.
On the one hand, this seems very “The Force Awakens is really A New Hope in disguise,” but while we would be revisiting much of the first movie the idea and spirit behind this are entirely different.
In the original, Goofy was trying to connect with his son who, seemingly, hated him. In this, Maz knows and loves her grandfather, she just doesn’t understand how to just enjoy life. Goofy will struggle with that and getting her to relax and enjoy herself while also struggling with his fears of not being the “Max” type of parental figure. The goal of the movie is for him to realize he needs to be his own type of Grandpa while Maz needs to learn what it means to be a Goof.
All with tons of cameos, musical numbers, and easter eggs from the first movie.
John was resting on the floor of his new house, just outside of Metropolis, with Lyla spooning against him. There were boxes scattered around the room with the nearest one acting as a table for two glasses of wine and a half-eaten box of pizza.
“The kids fell asleep harder than I expected them to,” he commented.
Lyla nodded. “When you said they could decorate their new rooms however they wanted it was game over. I’ve never seen them work that hard before.”
John wrapped his arm around Lyla, but before he could tuck his hand under her, she looked again at the ring that seemed to be permanently affixed to his finger.
“J’onn said it was a weapon?” she asked.
John smirked. “A weapon, but a lot like a crowbar can be a weapon when you need it to be. That last two nights it seems to be talking to me in my sleep and teaching me more about it.”
Lyla was suddenly concerned. “It’s reading your thoughts?”
John shook his head, “Not really. It seems to only want to teach me about itself. I think that for the ring to work, we have to be partners who are entirely in sync. The more I learn about it, the better it works for me.” He could see that his words weren’t making much sense to his wife, so he decided to show her instead. “Watch.”
He let Lyla sit up so that he could reposition himself before stretching his arm forward. A beam of green light came out of his ring and created an orb around a slice of pizza. The tension that had been building up in his brow released as his confidence grew and the slice lifted into the air before gliding into Lyla’s hand.
She took a bite as John relaxed and smiled. “We are totally going to get fatter with that thing.”
A movement at the front door caught their attention as J’onn J’onzz passed through it with his Martian abilities. He was wearing his Martian Manhunter suit but was still in his human guise.
“I apologize for the interruption, but you are in danger.”
Years of conditioning as both a soldier and member of Team Arrow had his hand out and aiming a green and glowing construct of a pistol at the Martian. Lyla had a similar reaction and was holding an actual pistol on the hero. They both lowered their weapons, and John’s disappeared back into the ring as he did.
“Danger? From what?” Lyla asked.
“Something is coming for you, John,” he explained. “Something you aren’t ready for yet.”
Diggle smirked and brought the gun construct back into existence. “I don’t know, I’ve been practicing.”
“While that is impressive,” J’onn explained, “this thing that is coming for you went toe to toe with Supergirl. Running today will protect your family and help you in your fight tomorrow.”
Lyla climbed to her feet as her husband followed. “J’onn, what is this thing?”
“It calls itself a Manhunter.”
“Like you?” Diggle asked.
“No,” Lyla answered as her mind began recalling information from her time as the Harbinger. “The Manhunters were the sworn enemies of the Green Lanterns.”
John raised an eyebrow. “You know that, but you don’t know what my ring is capable of?”
“My knowledge as Harbinger was only given to me on a need to know basis. Knowing your enemy was more important to the Monitor than knowing your allies. The Monitor didn’t want me running into Manhunters, whereas the Green Lanterns would have been on my side.”
“Great,” John exclaimed. “Then we know more about them then they know about us.”
Lyla shook her head. “I’ve told you everything I know already. They hunt the Green Lanterns and I was to avoid them.” She looked John in the eyes. “John, I had access to multiversal power and the Monitor told me to avoid them.”
Diggle turned to his Martian friend. “J’onn, are Lyla and the kids safe here?
“No, John,” Lyla argued, knowing where her husband was going with this. “We’re coming with you.”
“Lyla,” J’onn spoke up, “the Manhunter is tracking the amplified power of John’s will. If he leaves, you and your children will remain entirely safe.”
“This thing fought Supergirl, Lyla,” John hugged and kissed her. “This is strategy 101. I can’t fight this thing if I’m worried about protecting you.”
Suddenly the ring spoke up, in Lyla’s voice, “Power at 10%.”
“Wait,” John’s frustration was obvious. “This thing needs to be charged? How do I do that?”
A beam of energy leapt from the ring and a portal of light opened in the wall. Floating from it was a large green lantern, similar to those he had taken camping with his stepfather years ago.
Lyla’s voice continued from the ring, “Place your ring against the lantern and you will know what to say.”
“I’ve heard about this, but never seen it,” J’onn J’onzz looked almost giddy with excitement. “I have dreamed of this since I was a child.”
Diggle placed his fist against the lantern as it floated in front of him and the ring was right, he did know the words.”
“In Brightest Day, in blackest night, no evil shall escape my sight. May those who worship evil’s might, beware my power: Green Lantern’s Light.”
The ring flashed and the lantern receded back into the portal. The portal disappeared.
“You can call upon the pocket dimension to access your power battery at any time,” the ring explained. “Ring Power is now 100%.”
“Woah,” Lyla said and John noticed that she was looking him up and down. That was when he realized that the ring had dressed him in his newest uniform.
“From vigilante to complete superhero,” she smiled. “Oliver would be proud.”
He nodded to his wife and gave her another kiss before sneaking into their kid’s rooms and kissing them as well. Once the pleasantries were gone, he and the Martian made their way out of the house.
With a smirk on his face, John leapt into the air and flew into the night sky over Metropolis.
“Alex, I’m at the crash site and I’m not picking up anything special in any of the spectrums that I can see in.” She put her hands on her hips and let out a sigh that lifted her bangs.
Alex’s voice came over the comm in Supergirl’s ear. “If we’re lucky it’s just another random meteor, but I don’t think National City has ever had a meteor land near it that wasn’t something ominous.”
“That’s the understatement of the year,” Kara laughed. “I’ll move in for a closer look.”
The crater itself was mostly empty except for a large red puddle that Kara suddenly found herself hoping wasn’t someone that the meteor had landed on. She dismissed that thought when she saw the small lines of silver crisscrossing the puddle. Without anything coming through on her vision checks, Kara tried her other senses. Her ears soon picked up a news broadcast that seemed to get amplifed by the proximity to the crash site. The sound of a weather anchor that Kara knew well enough professionally to recognize by his voice came to her attention. No sooner did she recognize his voice than the puddle began to shift.
Almost faster than she could see, the puddle took the form of the weatherman.
“I have an ominous feeling that you’re not really Weatherman Phil of National City News.”
An odd staff of alternating red and silver formed between his hands.
“I seek the Green Lantern of Sector 2841. No man escapes the Manhunters.”
Kara suddenly remembers something from her childhood. She’s heard of the Green Lanterns but hadn’t heard anything about them since before she left Krypton.
“There are no Green Lanterns on Earth that I know of.” She waved, “Sorry to waste your time. I guess you can go now.”
“You cannot hide him from me.” He twisted and aimed the tip of the staff in her direction. “No man escapes the Manhunters.”
“I heard you the first time,” she put her hands in front of her hoping to still any of his aggression. “We don’t need to fight. I can probably help you.”
A beam of red and black fired from the staff’s tip and would have struck Kara if she hadn’t moved aside at the last second. Continuing her movement, she sped at the thing calling itself a Manhunter and slammed him back into the crater.
He was up as quickly as he went down, spinning the staff and hitting Supergirl in the waist. She was tossed into the air where she caught herself and hovered above him.
“You cannot stop me. No man can escape the Manhunters.”
With hits like those, she figured he could take a concentrated blast of her heat vision. He managed to catch it on his staff, but it was only the distraction. As Kara continued to fire with her eyes, she also flew at the Manhunter at incredible speed, driving both of her fists into his chin and toward the ground.
The Manhunter created a new crater and didn’t rise nearly as quickly as he had the first time.
“I’m not a man and I’m not looking to escape. You’re coming with me.”
She reached down to grab him by his collar but his body went liquid again and he flowed over her and behind her, bringing his staff up to choke Supergirl while driving his foot into the back of her knee. She fell to the ground gasping as she fought for breath. It was rare for her to meet someone who was strong enough to choke her.
She spun as quickly as she could. A brief cyclone was kicked up in the dirt and the Manhunter was thrown away. Kara didn’t slow her assault, rushing at him and trading blows with superhuman speeds. For every blow she managed to land, so did the Manhunter. Unfortunately, the Manhunter didn’t seem to be tiring or slowing, whereas she worried that she would. Whatever he was, it wasn’t organic. He was some sort of machine.
When one blow managed to put some space between them, Kara noticed his eyes flash green before his body went rigid.
“Target located.” He launched into the air and began flying east at supersonic speeds.
“Oh no you don’t,” Kara shot into the air after him.
She lost him outside of the Great Plains.
“Alex,” she spoke into her comms. “We need to find out who this planet’s Green Lantern is ASAP.”
“What’s a Green Lantern?” Alex asked.
“I’m not sure, but they’re in for a rude visitor.”