7 reasons why you should be reading Myke Phoenix

Five Myke Phoenix products and eight stories are currently available online. Why would you possibly want to try any of them out?

1. You like to smile. I had fun writing these tales, and fun is infectious.

2. You enjoy reading stories where the good guys eventually win.

3. You like a story where people are inclined to say “Hokey smokes!” or “What the bejeebers?” now and then instead of “%#!+&*@!”

4. You like old stuff, like Captain Marvel and Doc Savage and The Spirit (and know who those folks are).

5. You’re tickled when a plot twist evokes a movie made in 1953 or 1941.

6. You enjoy it when a story tosses a talking duck or a talking dinosaur your way.

7. Dang it, you just want to be entertained.

The next Myke Phoenix story arrives Monday: Duck Man Walking. One of Myke Phoenix’s most impossible foes, the half-man-half-duck Quincy Quackenbos, is released from prison. Rumor has it that after years of trying he cracked the code and has developed the formula that can kill Myke Phoenix. Are the rumors true? The story holds all of the answers.

And another thing: Sample any of the stories in whatever order you want. They’re meant to tell a story that you can pick up in the middle or start at the beginning, as you wish. This isn’t Lost. It’s Myke Phoenix. Find it today! (For Kindle or everything else.)

Prologue to ‘Night of the Superstorm’

Night of the Superstorm is due for release Feb. 3, 2014, and it is on schedule, Lord willing and the creek don’t rise. Here is how it all starts in this story I’m calling “Gilligan’s Island meets Key Largo.”

And if I may be so bold, while you’re waiting you can catch up by loading up your Kindle with The Song of the Serial Kisser, Firespiders and Invasion of the Body Borrowers.

What’s that? You prefer .epub? Understood. Wait a few days.

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Prologue

It was a dark and stormy night.

What?

OK, genius, you think you’re so smart – you tell me how to describe the night. It was long after sunset, ergo it was dark outside. And the storm was hellacious enough to wake the dead – trees were crashing onto power lines, cars were getting swamped in high water, and the winds were howling. Howling, I tell you.

You know how the wind drives against your house so hard that it sounds like an oldtime movie about people trapped in a house on a dark and stormy night? That’s how dark and stormy it was.

So don’t roll your eyes at me when I tell you it was a dark and stormy night. Because it was dark, it was stormy, and it was night.

I’m sorry, I guess I’m a little touchy tonight. It’s dark and stormy outside now, and it kind of reminds me about the night of the superstorm.

How about this: It was so dark and so stormy that even Myke Phoenix, the mighty protector of Astor City, looked out into the dark, poured himself a cup of hot chocolate, and closed the curtains. Well, technically it was Paul Phillips, the mere mortal who occasionally became Mychus the Warrior, who decided he was going to settle in front of the television set rather than go out in the storm.

The television meteorologist grinned back at him and confirmed his instincts.

“Batten down the hatches and strap yourself in,” she chirped. “It’s going to be a bumpy ride. It’s a dark and stormy night, just like a bad old novel.”

“Bad old novel”? Everybody’s a critic.

Twelve hours later, there was no grinning and no chirping in Astor City. But it certainly was a bumpy ride, which began when Paul realized his wife was not coming home that night.