Don't Fear the Reaper: A Neoverse Short Story

By Lucas Flint

In the wake of the 2000 US presidential election, Cadmus Smith, Director of the Department of Extraterrestrial & Superpowered Beings, travels to a graveyard in rural Texas to kill the supervillain known as the Reaper of the Night, a superpowered serial killer who can steal souls with a touch and has been killing public officials who supported the President.

But the Reaper is even craftier than Cadmus knows and it will take all of Cadmus' cunning to defeat this enemy, lest he lose his soul.

Set in the Neoverse.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Secret Identity Books
• Release date: Jul 11, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393309710

Lucas Flint

Lucas Flint writes superhero fiction. He is the author of The Superhero’s Son, Minimum Wage Sidekick, The Legacy Superhero, and Capes Online, among others. Find links to books, social media, updates on newest releases, and more by going to his website at www.lucasflint.com

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Don’t Fear the Reaper

A Neoverse short story

by Lucas Flint

Published by Secret Identity Books. An imprint of Annulus Publishing.

Copyright © Lucas Flint 2020. All rights reserved.

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Cover design by Angie

Originally published in The Superhero’s Vision (Secret Identity Books, 2016).

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Cadmus Smith—Director of the Department of Superpowered and Extraterrestrial Beings and leader of the government-sponsored superhero team known as the G-Men—walked carefully through a long abandoned graveyard in Central Texas. His eyes darted from side to side as he kept an eye out for his target, but the night was quiet, with the only sounds being his own footsteps across the dry,