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5.5"W x 8.25"H x 0.8"D   | 11 oz | 16 per carton
On sale Jul 12, 2011 | 304 Pages | 9780142419601
Age 10 and up
Reading Level: Lexile 730L | Fountas & Pinnell W
From the #1 bestselling author of HeatTravel Team and Million-Dollar Throw.

Zach Harriman knew that his dad was something of a hero, a man trusted by the president to solve international crises at a moment's notice. Suddenly people are telling him he has powers - people who know much more about his father than Zach ever did. But there are the Bads, who appear out of nowhere and attack him and his best friend. One thing is clear: he can do things ordinary people cannot. Like fend off grown men as though he possesses the strength of a hundred. Like sense when evil is about to strike. And evil is about to strike in a very big way. Zach Harriman is his father's son. And he, too, is a hero.

"Every kid wants to be a superhero. Well, be careful what you wish for - you might get it. This is the amazing story of Zach Harriman and nothing Mike Lupica has written will thrill you like this."
- William Goldman, author of The Princess Bride
Mike Lupica is a prominent sports journalist and the New York Times-bestselling author of more than forty works of fiction and non-fiction. A longtime friend to Robert B. Parker, he was selected by the Parker estate to continue the Sunny Randall and Jesse Stone series. View titles by Mike Lupica
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1
 
THERE were four thugs, total gangsters, in front of the house with their rifles and their night-vision goggles. Four more in back. No telling how many more inside.
 
So figure a dozen hard guys at least, protecting one of the worst guys in the world.
 
Not one of them having a clue about how much trouble they were really in, how badly I had them outnumbered.
 
Hired guns, in any country, never worried me. The Bads? They were the real enemy, worse than any terrorists, even if I was one of the few people alive who knew they existed.
 
Even my boss, the president of the United States, didn’t know what we were really up against, how much he really needed me.
 
When he talked about our country fighting an “unseen” threat, he didn’t know how true that really was.
 
When my son, Zach, was little, I used to tell him these fantastic bedtime stories about the Bads, and he thought I was making them up. I wasn’t.
 
The snow was falling hard now, bringing night along with it. Not good. Definitely not good. I didn’t need a blizzard tonight, not if I wanted to get the plane in the air once I got back to the small terminal near the airport in Zagreb. Which was only going to happen if I could get past the guards, get inside, and then back out with the guy I’d come all this way for. It meant things going the way they were supposed to, which didn’t always happen in my line of work.
 
My official line of work? That would be special adviser to the president. A title that meant nothing on nights like this. On assignments like this. The real job description was fixing things, things that other people couldn’t, saving people who needed saving, capturing
people who needed to be stopped. Dispensing my own brand of justice.
 
Sometimes I had help, people watching my back.
 
Not tonight. Tonight I was on my own. Not even the president knew I was here. Sometimes you have to play by your own rules.
 
On this remote hill in northern Bosnia, near where the concentration camps had been discovered a few years before, I had managed to finally locate a Serb war criminal and part-time terrorist named Vladimir Radovic. He was known to governments around the world
and decent people everywhere as Vlad the Bad because of all the innocent people he’d slaughtered when he was in power, before he was on the run.
 
To me, he was known by a code name, which I thought fit him much better:
 
The Rat.
 
I was here to catch the Rat.
 
Me, Tom Harriman. About to blow past the guns and inside a cabin that had been turned into an armed fortress.
 
Almost time now. I didn’t just feel the darkness all around me, as if night had fallen out of the sky all at once. I could feel another darkness coming up inside me, the way it always did in moments like this, when something was about to happen. When I didn’t have to keep my own bad self under control. When I could be one of the good guys but not have to behave like one.
 
The me that still scares me.
 
Time to go in and tell the Rat his ride was here.
Praise for Hero:
 
“[N]othing Mike Lupica has written will thrill you like this.” –William Goldman, author of The Princess Bride
 
“Sportswriter and novelist Lupica offers a change of pace from his previous sports stories for younger readers, deftly reworking the traditional superhero origin story into a moving tale of adolescent growth.” –Publisher’s Weekly
 
“[T]he stage is set for a sequel to what looks like a surefire hit.” –School Library Journal

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From the #1 bestselling author of HeatTravel Team and Million-Dollar Throw.

Zach Harriman knew that his dad was something of a hero, a man trusted by the president to solve international crises at a moment's notice. Suddenly people are telling him he has powers - people who know much more about his father than Zach ever did. But there are the Bads, who appear out of nowhere and attack him and his best friend. One thing is clear: he can do things ordinary people cannot. Like fend off grown men as though he possesses the strength of a hundred. Like sense when evil is about to strike. And evil is about to strike in a very big way. Zach Harriman is his father's son. And he, too, is a hero.

"Every kid wants to be a superhero. Well, be careful what you wish for - you might get it. This is the amazing story of Zach Harriman and nothing Mike Lupica has written will thrill you like this."
- William Goldman, author of The Princess Bride

Creators

Mike Lupica is a prominent sports journalist and the New York Times-bestselling author of more than forty works of fiction and non-fiction. A longtime friend to Robert B. Parker, he was selected by the Parker estate to continue the Sunny Randall and Jesse Stone series. View titles by Mike Lupica

Excerpt

1
 
THERE were four thugs, total gangsters, in front of the house with their rifles and their night-vision goggles. Four more in back. No telling how many more inside.
 
So figure a dozen hard guys at least, protecting one of the worst guys in the world.
 
Not one of them having a clue about how much trouble they were really in, how badly I had them outnumbered.
 
Hired guns, in any country, never worried me. The Bads? They were the real enemy, worse than any terrorists, even if I was one of the few people alive who knew they existed.
 
Even my boss, the president of the United States, didn’t know what we were really up against, how much he really needed me.
 
When he talked about our country fighting an “unseen” threat, he didn’t know how true that really was.
 
When my son, Zach, was little, I used to tell him these fantastic bedtime stories about the Bads, and he thought I was making them up. I wasn’t.
 
The snow was falling hard now, bringing night along with it. Not good. Definitely not good. I didn’t need a blizzard tonight, not if I wanted to get the plane in the air once I got back to the small terminal near the airport in Zagreb. Which was only going to happen if I could get past the guards, get inside, and then back out with the guy I’d come all this way for. It meant things going the way they were supposed to, which didn’t always happen in my line of work.
 
My official line of work? That would be special adviser to the president. A title that meant nothing on nights like this. On assignments like this. The real job description was fixing things, things that other people couldn’t, saving people who needed saving, capturing
people who needed to be stopped. Dispensing my own brand of justice.
 
Sometimes I had help, people watching my back.
 
Not tonight. Tonight I was on my own. Not even the president knew I was here. Sometimes you have to play by your own rules.
 
On this remote hill in northern Bosnia, near where the concentration camps had been discovered a few years before, I had managed to finally locate a Serb war criminal and part-time terrorist named Vladimir Radovic. He was known to governments around the world
and decent people everywhere as Vlad the Bad because of all the innocent people he’d slaughtered when he was in power, before he was on the run.
 
To me, he was known by a code name, which I thought fit him much better:
 
The Rat.
 
I was here to catch the Rat.
 
Me, Tom Harriman. About to blow past the guns and inside a cabin that had been turned into an armed fortress.
 
Almost time now. I didn’t just feel the darkness all around me, as if night had fallen out of the sky all at once. I could feel another darkness coming up inside me, the way it always did in moments like this, when something was about to happen. When I didn’t have to keep my own bad self under control. When I could be one of the good guys but not have to behave like one.
 
The me that still scares me.
 
Time to go in and tell the Rat his ride was here.

Praise

Praise for Hero:
 
“[N]othing Mike Lupica has written will thrill you like this.” –William Goldman, author of The Princess Bride
 
“Sportswriter and novelist Lupica offers a change of pace from his previous sports stories for younger readers, deftly reworking the traditional superhero origin story into a moving tale of adolescent growth.” –Publisher’s Weekly
 
“[T]he stage is set for a sequel to what looks like a surefire hit.” –School Library Journal
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