If you're looking for something new to get into this year, and have a mind for supernatural mayhem with a twist, look no further than The Returners, the new book from up-and-coming author Lee T. Davis. Sporting heavy inspirations from the world of Japanese anime, live-action special effects, high-flying Hong Kong action, and Hollywood sci-fi, fantasy, and horror, this tale of otherworldly antiheroes is not to be missed.
As the official blurb states, 2019's The Returners (not to be confused with an older, unrelated release of the same name) gives the spotlight to uncommon protagonists for the action/adventure genre. And that's especially true if we're only counting stories that aren't a prequel, a sequel, a midquel, any-other-kinda-quel, or anything based on an existing property to beg...
Jack met Mitchell and his men on the way out of the alley. Several of them pointed their rifles at him until Mitchell ordered them to lower their weapons. Jack walked up to him. "What happened? I told you to call for back up if the situation went south."
He pointed back toward the alley, "Got thrown into a wall and lost the earpiece. You guys got a way to find that thing right?"
Mitchell let out a groan and waved a man foreword, "Fuller grab a scanner and find that thing before somebody else does." He nodded and went off. "So what happened? We heard the explosion and came running."
"He smelled the bull on me and went monster."
"Funny, you don't spell like bull."
"Cute," Jack started scratching were the web was attached to his forearm. "I thought I got all this crap off."
"Is that w...
His senses slowly came back to him. He eyes were refusing to focus for him. There were people around, he could tell that much. At least his other senses were working. What were they saying?
"... rate normal..."
"... brain activity spiking..."
"... gonna wake up."
"He's already awake."
Suddenly there was a blur in shape of a man over him shining a light in his eyes, "Oh geez!"
"Mr. Davidson, can you hear me?"
"How do you feel?"
"That's understandable. Somebody get him another blanket." He started to sit up. The blur helped him, "Careful, you've been out for awhile. You're going to be a little disoriented for a bit."
Sitting on the edge of the bed he waited for his head to stop spinning. As his eyes finally cleared somebody put another blanket around his shoulders. ...