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Zorana: Confessions of a Small Town Super-Villain
De John Cosper
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- Éditeur:
- John Cosper
- Sortie:
- Apr 11, 2019
- ISBN:
- 9780463916957
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- Livre
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After suffering a crushing defeat at the hands of her arch nemesis War Eagle, Zorana, the world's most terrifying super-villain decides to head home for the holidays. Home, in this case, is a small town in Iowa called Smalltown, Iowa. The woman formerly known as Monica Deluna finds comfort in a familiar place as she reconnects with family and friends, but the joyous reunion is bittersweet as she also comes face to face with the faith she left behind.
Monica's guilt only grows worse when the sins of her past follow her home. War Eagle, rival villains, and other enemies begin to converge on Monica's hometown, hoping to make her pay for her crimes. Is there any chance a former super-villain can find redemption?
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Zorana: Confessions of a Small Town Super-Villain
De John Cosper
Longueur: 166 pages2 heures
Description
After suffering a crushing defeat at the hands of her arch nemesis War Eagle, Zorana, the world's most terrifying super-villain decides to head home for the holidays. Home, in this case, is a small town in Iowa called Smalltown, Iowa. The woman formerly known as Monica Deluna finds comfort in a familiar place as she reconnects with family and friends, but the joyous reunion is bittersweet as she also comes face to face with the faith she left behind.
Monica's guilt only grows worse when the sins of her past follow her home. War Eagle, rival villains, and other enemies begin to converge on Monica's hometown, hoping to make her pay for her crimes. Is there any chance a former super-villain can find redemption?
- Éditeur:
- John Cosper
- Sortie:
- Apr 11, 2019
- ISBN:
- 9780463916957
- Format:
- Livre
À propos de l'auteur
John's writing career began in 1994 when he took on the role of drama leader for his church's youth program. Later that year, he founded Righteous Insanity, a drama publishing company providing skits, plays, and writing services to churches around the world. In 2011 John became a kids ministry curriculum writer for Minister's Label, creating skits, games, lessons, and more for childrens-ministry-deals.com.As time went on, John expanded his creative endeavors to film, web media, and his first love, science fiction. His credits include two feature films, multiple TV and web programs, and dozens of short films including the award winners "The Telemarketer," "Tolerance," and "Bots.""Sci-fi is a great vehicle for exploring matters of faith." says the writer whose influences include Douglas Adams, George Lucas, Joss Whedon, Philip K. Dick, C.S. Lewis, and Isaac Asimov. "It also allows you limitless opportunities for creativity and humor."His other passions include movies, sketch comedy, science fiction, comic books, football, cooking and professional wrestling. In 2014 he published a history of professional wrestling history in Louisville, Kentucky entitled Bluegrass Brawlers. In late 2014 he also released Eat Sleep Wrestle, a book about today's independent wrestling scene.When he's not writing, you're most likely to find him spending time with his wife and kids.
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Zorana - John Cosper
Zorana
Confessions of a Small Town Super-Villain
By John Cosper
Copyright 2012, 2017 by John Cosper
All Rights Reserved
Smashwords Edition
www.johncosper.com
DISCLAIMER
Monica Deluna and the publishers of this memoir would like to express their deepest appreciation to Wolf & Hart Publishing for allowing them to reproduce excerpts from the as yet unreleased autobiography of War Eagle, War Eagle: My Struggle. We are grateful for the opportunity to share certain key events in this story from the vantage point of the great super hero in his own words. We hope that the inclusion of events as told by this great man of justice, who played such a key role in Ms. Deluna's life, will enhance your enjoyment of this truly inspiring tale of adventure and redemption.
Contents
Introduction
Exile
Pops
Loose Ends
Refuge
Shadows
Reunions
Sidetracked
Everyone Has Secrets
Loco
Counseling
Distress Signals
Confrontation
Surprise Twists
Rescue
Aftermath
Special Bonus #1: Pops Bender: Diary of a Super-Villain Life Coach
Special Bonus #2: The Vega-Virus by Austin Nichols
Special Bonus #3: Super Girlfriend
About the Author
INTRODUCTION
By Sally O’Nally
In the twenty plus years that War Eagle served as America's greatest hero, no one faced off with more villains than the great one. As a journalist who made War Eagle my life's work, no one found themselves face to face with those villains more often than myself. Of all the villains that held me in their clutches, no one,and I mean no one, scared me half as bad as Zorana.
I've taken considerable criticism over the years for my methods. People said I was foolish to constantly put myself in harm’s way and that I compromised War Eagle's ability to do his job. I was only doing my job, and I will never apologize for that. I have been captured, chained, imprisoned, tortured, and put in more deadly predicaments than I could ever recount. Gregor the Barber captured me more than a dozen times during his five year reign of crime. We traded Christmas cards until he got the chair. But Gregor was a guy who left it at the office. Away from the lair he was a family guy who enjoyed a good laugh and a fine cigar.
Not so with Zorana. All business and all evil, the woman terrified me like no other. She was not the kind of villain who loved her own voice, rambling on an on about what she would do once she ruled the world or how she was going to do it. Zorana was a woman of action. Minions who displeased her died on the spot, no second chances. Hostages whose hour had come did not live to see another. Most villains talk about destroying the world, but they don't really want to see it end because they can't live without the luxuries of modern life any more than you or me. When she held the world hostage, I truly believed Zorana was willing to let the place burn.
Needless to say I was stunned and shocked when the woman who was Zorana called me out of the blue and asked me to write an introduction for this book. It was not that long ago that the Mistress of Darkness held the entire world in her grip. The memory is still all too real and terrifying for most of us. But it is worth bringing up because remembering who she was makes who she has become all the more remarkable.
Some of the names of people and places have been changed, and with good reason. While she has been pardoned by the United States government, there are still many people on both sides of the law who want the author dead. That said, I have met with many of the principals in this tale, and I can verify that her story is 100% true.
I cannot vouch the same for the man formerly known as War Eagle, whose memoirs are excerpted here alongside Zorana's. I have not spoken to the man in years, and to tell the truth, he loves to exaggerate. For example: the famed incident in which he defended a school of migrant children from mutant pterodactyls was actually a one-on-one confrontation between War Eagle and a rogue fruit bat. Yes, the fruit bat had rabies, but the facts of the matter were greatly exaggerated.
Sally O’Nally is a former TV journalist and the author of the book Why the World Really, Really Doesn’t Need War Eagle. She lives in Oregon with her dog, Utah.
EXILE
Shhh. Don’t make a sound. I don’t want to hurt you. I know you are afraid. You should be. But I will not hurt you, long as you do what I say.
What a dope.
I look into the eyes of the man with the six inch blade resting against my neck, fear glimmering in his eyes with the brilliance of a five carat diamond. I could kick myself for not noticing him stalking me in the bus terminal. The last thing I need, halfway to my destination, is to get into a violent altercation that will draw the attention of the authorities or worse, the media.
In his eyes I see a desperate man who just wants me to give up and give in. He’s shaking, nervous, probably high on something. You have to be to attempt a robbery in such a public place. He’s also completely ignorant because of all the women in all the bus stations in America traveling alone, I’m the last one he should have fooled with.
Whoever this man is, I am far more dangerous than he.
There are a few things that I fear, things that truly frighten me. The CIA. MI-6. Interpol. The Cartel. The Belgian Syndicate. But a mugger in a bus station restroom? Child’s play. In the previous twenty four hours I’ve escaped death twice in circumstances far worse than this one.
Of course, I didn’t look anything like the sweet, innocent traveler the mugger followed into the restroom. Twenty-four hours earlier, I stood on the command bridge of my secret island lair, overlooking the rocket carrying a doomsday device that had cost me countless billions of dollars to construct. I wore my favorite outfit that day, the purple leather with the laser gun bracelets and the silver headband I had stolen from a Maharajah’s daughter in India.
I was no little girl lost, headed who knows where on a Greyhound bus. I was the world’s most wanted, most feared super-villain.
Zorana!
My chief rocket tech walked over, offering the simple half bow customary among my henchmen. The rocket is loaded and ready for countdown.
Proceed, Dr. Vornack,
I ordered. He bowed again and sent his men into action.
This was it, the end of the world as we knew it, at least for the western coast of the United States of America. Granted, no super-villain really wants to bomb the world back into the stone age. It’s all about the Benjamins. But if you’re not willing to bomb a few cities or gas a few million people, you’re never going to get that big pay day.
T-minus five minutes and counting.
The computer countdown had begun. Technicians and mechanics began to filter out of the launch area. Blast doors were sealed. Supervisors did head counts. Evil organization or no, safety comes first. Union rules.
Bio-weapons system armed!
I gazed out the blast-proof windows at the rocket coming to life in the launch bay. It had cost a pretty penny, this lair and the weapons systems that were now about to rain death upon American citizens. A small investment on what I had hoped might become a big return.
Boy was I in for some disappointment.
Guidance systems are online.
I nodded to the tech. Lock in on primary target: Oakland, California.
Why Oakland? Growing up in Iowa, I was kind of a Chiefs fan. Sorry, Raider Nation. No hard feelings. The world was about to see what my doomsday bug could do, and what would be more fun than watching a city full of Raider fans suffer an agonizing, painful death?
T-minus four minutes.
Sirens began to blare. Red lights were flashing. But this was not part of the launch sequence. It was the lair security system. A white-faced henchman looked up from the monitors. He’s here.
Impossible!
I snapped, knowing darn well just how possible it was. I looked at the monitors, and sure enough, I could see my arch-enemy streaking through the sky in those stupid pink boots.
I turned from the monitor to the sleazy man in a white on white suit with the eye patch. (Warrock? Was that his name? He was new.) You swore to me he was dead, at the bottom of the sea!
The hitman started sweating bullets. He was, my mistress! I shot him myself. I saw blood!
Rule of thumb for super-villains: unless you personally saw the body and checked that it had no pulse, never – NEVER – assume the good guy is dead.
Fortify the launch pad!
I screamed, hearing the division commanders relay my orders as I gave them. All units to their stations! Shoot to kill!
White suit swallowed hard. What about me?
I raised my left arm and blasted him with a laser bolt from my bracelet. I should have known it would end this way. As my mentor Pops Bender used to say, never trust a hitman who wears white after Labor Day.
You’re done for now, Zorana!
Ugh, that voice. I turned back to the giant metal loop suspended over the launch bay, where Sally O’Nally, that snotty nosed blonde reporter was tied up, awaiting her execution. He’s coming! He’ll stop you, and then he will kill you!
Do you really think your boyfriend can stop me?
I know he will!
I was never sure if I truly hated Sally or just pitied her. She’s been in love with War Eagle from day one. Too bad she doesn’t know what I know. Super heroes have secrets too.
T-minus three minutes and counting.
Dr. Vornack walked to my side. I think you should get to your sub, mistress. It’s too dangerous.
I will not run, Dr. Vornack. Activate the satellite feed! The world must know what happens when they defy Zorana!
Too late. The southern wall of the dormant volcano that made up the center of the lair exploded, crushing dozens of men and women in an avalanche of stone. Guns chattered, rockets blazed, but all were useless against the strong man in those stupid pink boots.
War Eagle!
Sally O’Nally exclaimed with school girl crush glee.
The black, silver, and pink hero shouted my way with his piercing, super-powered voice. Time’s up, Zorana! Surrender, or I’ll use your rocket on you as a suppository!
Gross.
I turned to my dumb-founded, doomed army of henchmen. For crying out loud, boys, will someone please kill him?
Faithful to the end, my men began a brave, but futile battle against War Eagle. The sadistic jerk in white tights took pleasure in dismantling my men, good men, many of them with families that would soon be grieving.
In spite of the danger, Dr. Vornack and his men stayed
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