Legacy

Legacy

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by Thomas E. Sniegoski
     
 

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What if you found out your deadbeat father is a superhero? Would you leave your small-town life to take up the mantle of a father you never knew? For 18-year-old Lucas, the choice is an easy one: he's not going to leave behind his mother and his comfortable, if dead-end, life as a high school dropout and auto mechanic for a father who's never been

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What if you found out your deadbeat father is a superhero? Would you leave your small-town life to take up the mantle of a father you never knew? For 18-year-old Lucas, the choice is an easy one: he's not going to leave behind his mother and his comfortable, if dead-end, life as a high school dropout and auto mechanic for a father who's never been around.
But his father—known officially as billionaire Clayton Hartwell, and secretly as the vigilante superhero the Raptor—tells Lucas that as he is dying, evil is growing, and the world needs Lucas to become the new Raptor. As Lucas spends time with his father observing his "heroic" behavior up close, he is left wondering about the line between good and evil, and if good is only a matter of perspective.

Editorial Reviews

VOYA - Jamie S. Hansen
Lucas Moore is generally content with his life, even though the high-school dropout works in a dead end job as a mechanic and lives with his alcoholic mother in a seedy trailer park. He certainly does not miss the father he has never seen and has no plans for the future beyond a few beers at the local tavern. When a man claiming to be his father unexpectedly turns up, Lucas is first disbelieving and then angry. His deadbeat dad is none other than Clayton Harwell, multimillionaire and superhero known as the Raptor, and he is seeking his successor. The young man vows to have nothing to do with his father until mysterious fighters destroy the trailer park, slaughtering all the residents including Lucas's mother. Now prepared to fight evil, Lucas accepts his legacy, moving into his father's mansion to train as the new Raptor. Living with Harwell and meeting his ex-sidekick, however, prompts the teenager to question the Raptor's true character—vigilante or hero.? Comics writer Sniegoski produces a debut novel that might, with a good editor, have worked as a graphic novel or a comic book series. His hackneyed and graceless narrative employs every bad comic book cliche. Poorly developed characters spout formulaic speeches before engaging in acts of mind-numbing violence. Many great comics and graphic novels have questioned the role of good and evil among superheroes. Suggest this novel only if other titles are checked out. Reviewer: Jamie S. Hansen
School Library Journal
Gr 8–10—Lucas is 18 years old and going nowhere fast. Having dropped out of high school, he's decided on life as a mechanic and small-town anonymity—until his mysterious billionaire father swoops in from Seraph City to tell him that he is, in fact, destined to become a superhero. Lucas's father is dying and needs someone to take over his work as the Raptor, a crime fighter who has spent his life trying to take back Seraph City from the thugs, petty criminals, and evil forces that have plagued it since Lucas left town as an infant. A surprise attack on the trailer park where Lucas and his mother live convinces him to take the gig, if for no other reason than to exact revenge on his now-dead mother's murderers. After rigorous training, Lucas eventually takes over as the city's resident billionaire philanthropist and hero. Action-packed and filled with gadgetry of all sorts, Legacy will serve well as an introduction to the superhero genre. Those already schooled in the lore of caped crime fighters may not be as impressed, as elements of the story are derivative of many classics. Some references to heavy drinking push this toward a slightly higher age group, but it is likely that middle-grade students will devour it as well.—Nora G. Murphy, Los Angeles Academy Middle School
Kirkus Reviews
Sniegoski's plot has all the trappings of a comic book, but it's packaged as a prose novel. Lucas Moore, 18 years old and a high-school dropout, turns wrenches in a garage by day and gets drunk at night. His trailer-home life with his mother is interrupted when Clayton Hartwell, his billionaire biological father, arrives on the scene. Hartwell's alternate identity is superhero crime fighter Raptor, a legendary figure who now wishes to pass his legacy on to his son. A stunning tragic twist convinces Lucas to join Raptor and clean up crime-infested Seraph City. Multiple broad action scenes stir readers' imaginations even without the benefit of a graphic novel's accompanying illustrations. Unfortunately, characters fall into categories of either all-good or all-bad, and the plot sags with a pat ending. But alongside good guys battling bad guys is the theme of heroes not measuring up to their image. Teenage boys will relate to Lucas as he struggles to live up to larger-than-life expectations, and they will also salute his bravery in the face of danger. (Fantasy. YA)

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780375846069
Publisher:
Random House Children's Books
Publication date:
09/27/2011
Pages:
224
Sales rank:
652,521
Product dimensions:
6.07(w) x 8.41(h) x 0.50(d)
Age Range:
8 - 12 Years

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1

Even with the industrial-sized fan blowing, it was hot as hell inside the garage of Big Lou's Gas Up & Go.

Lucas Moore was under the hood of Jeb Dolahyde's old Ford truck, using a ratchet wrench to tighten the spark plugs he'd just installed. He could feel trickles of sweat tickling the scalp of his shaggy head, eventually dripping down to and across the bridge of his nose. It was days like this when he wished he had the courage to get a crew cut, to shave it all off, but the ladies seemed to like his untamed, curly black hair.

And what the ladies liked, he kept.

He stood up and pulled a red bandanna from his back pocket, wiping the sweat from his face. All he had to do was change the fluids and he'd be done with the first car of the day, leaving only five more to go.

His head pounded and his stomach was becoming increasingly sour. He knew he should probably have something to eat, but the thought only made him queasy. Lucas wanted to blame his misery on the blazing Arizona heat, but he knew it was more likely the beer and whiskey shots from the night before.

He headed to the workstation in the corner of the garage, stopping in front of the fan and closing his eyes. The warm air didn't provide much in the way of relief, but it was better than nothing.

Head throbbing, he pulled himself away from the fan and dropped the wrench on the workbench. His stomach burbled, and again he considered getting something to eat at the diner across the way, but then he realized that would mean seeing his mother, and he thought better of it.

He flashed back to earlier that morning when his mother had been preparing to leave for work at the Good Eats Diner (also owned by Big Lou). She had started to lay into Lucas about how he had come in drunk, and how he wasn't even old enough to be drinking, and pretty soon that had led into how he wasn't doing anything with his life, and how he would never amount to anything without a high school education.

The fact that Lucas had dropped out of high school earlier that year was a real sore spot for his mom, but Lucas saw it as looking at things realistically. He believed high school wasn't going to teach him anything that was going to help him much in life, especially when he more or less knew he was going to end up fixing cars in Big Lou's garage anyway.

Dropping out of school had just helped him on his way to an inevitable career path. But try telling his mother that.

He was walking over to a display of radiator fluid when he heard his name called.

Lucas turned to see Richie Dennison and two of his punk friends, Teddy Shay and Vincent Clark, saunter into the garage.

"What can I do for you, Richie?" Lucas asked, taking a plastic container of radiator fluid over to the pickup.

"I told you last night it wasn't over," Richie said. He stood with his hands out to either side, like a gunfighter ready to draw.

Lucas's head immediately began to throb harder. "What wasn't over?" he asked, setting the container of coolant down in front of the truck and approaching the three.

"You know what I'm talking about," Richie snarled. "Playing stupid isn't going to help you."

Seeing Richie had begun to stir up some memories from the night before, but they were buried pretty deep. Lucas vaguely recalled making a comment about Richie's girlfriend. "This doesn't have anything to do with something I said about Brenda, does it?" he asked.

"I told you never to say her name to me again!" Richie shouted, coming at Lucas with his fists clenched.

Lucas backed up, throwing his hands in the air. "Hey, look, I'm sorry, all right? I don't even remember what I said. But I'm sorry. Okay?"

Richie smirked and his friends chuckled.

"Figured you'd try to get out of it once your buddies weren't around to back you up," he said.

"Look," Lucas began, "I don't remember much about last night. . . . I guess I was a little drunk."

"Not too drunk to run your mouth and talk trash about my girlfriend," Richie replied.

Lucas thought for sure he was going to throw up. The heat and his hangover were making him feel sicker by the second. "What do you want from me?" he finally asked, trying to keep the annoyance out of his tone. "I said I was sorry. I shouldn't have talked trash about Brenda."

Richie moved more quickly than Lucas expected, slamming a fist into his jaw and sending him stumbling to one side.

But he didn't go down.

"I told you not to say her name," Richie said menacingly.

Lucas held the side of his face. "I think it's time for you all to get the hell out of here," he said, jaw throbbing.

He knew he'd been wrong the night before, even though he couldn't remember exactly what he'd said. He did have a tendency to run his mouth after a few beers, and probably deserved that punch.

But no more.

"We'll get out, all right," Richie said as he and his buddies came at Lucas. "Just as soon as we're done stomping your ass."

Lucas liked a good scuffle as much as the next guy, but three against one? That just wasn't right.

He ducked his head low and charged. Teddy tried to hold Lucas's arms behind his back, but Lucas drove the heel of his heavy work boot down onto Teddy's sneakered foot. The kid screamed, limping backward, giving Lucas a chance to concentrate on the other two.

Vincent knocked him back with a punch that grazed his cheek, but it gave Lucas the opportunity he needed. He dove at the guy, grabbing him around the waist and bringing him down to the ground. He pinned Vincent to the floor and put everything he had into a punch to the kidneys.

Richie threw his arms around Lucas's thick, muscular neck, pulling him from his friend, who now writhed on the floor, moaning. Lucas jabbed his elbow back into Richie's stomach, loosening Richie's grip enough that Lucas was able to turn and throw a right cross into the guy's face, sending him sprawling to the floor.

Breathing heavily, Lucas stood unsteadily as he watched Teddy help Vincent up from the floor. Both eyed him cautiously.

"Get out," Lucas said, spitting a wad of bloody saliva onto the concrete floor.

They didn't move, waiting as their ringleader got to his feet.

"Don't make me tell you again," Lucas warned. He really wasn't ready for round two, but he didn't think the three of them had it in them either.

"This isn't over," Richie said, his back to Lucas.

What happened next was a blur.

Lucas thought the boy was leaving, but Richie spun around. Something glinted in the glow of the fluorescent lights as he surged toward Lucas. Lucas tried to block the thrust, but he wasn't fast enough, and suddenly there was an explosion of pain, followed by a cold numbness in his stomach.

Lucas looked down at himself as Richie stepped back. He could see the new hole in his T-shirt, a scarlet stain starting to expand around it.

"What did you do?" Lucas asked, horror beginning to sink in.

Meet the Author

TOM SNIEGOSKI has worked in the comic book field for several years, for companies that include Marvel, Image, and Dark Horse. He has worked on the Vampirella, Ghost, Avengelyne, and Shadowhawk series, as well as his creator-owned Dogs O' War, from Crusade Entertainment, and the groundbreaking Razor: Let Us Prey for London Night Studios. He is the author of the Fallen books, recently made into a TV movie for the ABC Family Channel, and of the Sleeper series. He is also the author of the Owlboy series for Yearling.

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Legacy 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I &hearts it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It's as if Erin Hunter wrote it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Plz write more
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
DAWNKIT<br> <p>Prod.<br> Prod.<br> A paw prodded her side. She shifted uncomfortably in her reedy nest as she moved to the other side.<br> Prod.<br> "Dawnkit! Get up!" Wetkit mewed. It was her littermate, Wetkit. She opened her eyes to see him and Minnowkit standing over her. "It's almost sunhigh, you lazy lump! We want to play fishing, so we waited for you! Let's goooooo!" Wetkit meowed impatiently.<br> "Nnngh... fine," she replied. She rose to her paws and followed Wetkit and Minnowkit outside. The sun dazzled against the leaves and water, reflecting its brilliant white gaze into eery raindrop around the camp. Dawnkit blinked against the gaze of the sun as she padded drowsily toward the camp entrance. She felt a large paw stop her and she fell back into a sitting position. She opened her eyes to see Fishwhisker, a senior warrior, standing over her.<br> "Hey! Where do you think you're going?" He asked.<br> "To the river, to play fishing!" Wetkit replied. Wetkit acted as if he was the leader of our litter of kits. Dawnkit and Minnowkit were fine with that.<br> "Here, I'll go with you," Fishwhisker meowed.<br> Together, the three kits and Fishwhisker padded to the river. As the group neared the river, Dawnkit thought the river was jumping. She ran forward and her jaw dropped at what she saw. The river was leaping with fish. Fishwhisker immediately caught two fish in heartbeats.<br> "Wetkit! Run back to camp and gather some warrior to harvest these fish!" Wetkit scampered off. Fishwhisker's pile of fish was growing rapidly. Dawnkit leaned over and took a bite out of the fish, then passed it to Minnowkit. Then, she saw Treetail, Sandpaw, Pinetooth, and Loudheart come running from camp. Treetail meowed orders to each cat, and they started methodically fishing. Eventually the pile was so huge Dawnkit could have climbed into it.<br> "RiverClan will be feasting tonight!" Treetail meowed when rhey had finished. The cats meowed their agreement and started bringing the fish back to camp.<br> "Wetkit!" She called. "Look!" She pointed with her tail to the mountain of fish. "It's as big as Highstones!" She mewed happily.<br> "RiverClan! Tonight we feast!" Reedstar declared.<br> "Yay!" Dawnkit mewed as she picked up a fish. Tonight was a great day for RiverClan, indeed.<br> Thanks for reading! Please comment!<br> -Sushi
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TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
Seraph City is crumbling. Masked criminals are running rampant, wreaking havoc on innocent people. Superheroes are few and far between, especially since the Raptor hung up his cape. 18-year-old Lucas Moore is far removed from this life. Lucas, a high school drop-out, is content working as an auto mechanic at Big Lou's Gas Up and Go, but there is much more in store for this young man. A wealthy billionaire, Clayton Hartwell, reveals himself to Lucas as his biological father. Lucas is stunned that after eighteen years his father would finally attempt to track him down, let alone him being THE Clayton Hartwell. Hartwell also reveals a secret - a secret that leads to a legacy - a legacy that Lucas will be forced to accept, whether he likes it or not. I have always been a fan of comic book lore, so I was glad that I got my hands on LEGACY. It is your basic good versus evil story, with a few twists and turns thrown in for good measure. The superheroes are trying to overthrow the bad guys, but eventually, that line becomes blurred. Where does good stop and evil start? Why would someone cross that line? All of these questions are answered, and so much more. The ending left me wanting more, so I hope that many sequels will follow!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I quietly pad in and sit near the river. A soft breeze blows through my dark brown fur. 'Angelflare, I don't know where you are or what has happened to you, but I can't wait anymore. I'm done waiting with false hopes that you will return.' I think to myself. I slip into the river and roll onto my back. I drift along the river, my gaze locked on the sky. I close my eyes and relax as the river moves me through the forest. My eyes snap open when I smell fox. 'It's too close to camp.' I think darkly. I slide out of the river and shake out my fur. I crouch down and creep through the trees. I then spot the fox, eating a rabbit. I unsheathe my claws and leap onto the fox. It lets out a snarl and snaps at me, but I dodge. I land on the ground and glare up at the fox. The fox darts towards me and slashes at my flank, leaving a deep gash. I let out a howl and dig my teeth into the fox's paw. The fox snarles and shakes me off. The fox lashes it's paw at me again. I try to jump back, but its claw nicks my ear. I then lunge at the fox and bite it's neck. The fox howls and begins to claw at my exposed stomach until I'm forced to let go. I jump back and face the fox, both of us bloody and panting. The fox then turns around and limps away, away from camp. I sigh and then begin limping back to camp, beat up and bloody. -Bearstar-