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Title:
MIRACLE MAN
Author: William Leibowitz
Publisher: Manifesto Media Group
Pages: 385
Genre: Thriller
REVERED REVILED REMARKABLE
The victim of an unspeakable crime, an infant rises to
become a new type of superhero. Unlike
any that have come before him, he is not a fanciful creation of animators, he
is real.
So begins the saga of Robert James Austin, the greatest
genius in human history. But where did
his extraordinary intelligence come from?
As agents of corporate greed vie with rabid anti-Western
radicals to destroy him, an obsessive government leader launches a bizarre covert
mission to exploit his intellect. Yet Austin’s
greatest fear is not of this world.
Aided by two exceptional women, one of whom will become his
unlikely lover, Austin struggles
against abandonment and betrayal. But
the forces that oppose him are more powerful than even he can understand.
Miracle Man was named by Amazon as one of the Top 100 Novels
of 2015, an Amazon Top 10 thriller, an Amazon bestseller and an Amazon NY Times
bestseller.
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Book Excerpt:
A tall figure wearing a
black-hooded slicker walked quickly through the night carrying a large garbage
bag. His pale face was wet with rain. He had picked a deserted part of town.
Old warehouse buildings were being gutted so they could be converted into
apartments for non-existent buyers. There were no stores, no restaurants and no
people.
“Who’d wanna live in this shit place?” he
muttered to himself. Even the nice neighborhoods of this dismal city had more
“For Sale” signs than you could count.
He was disgusted with himself and disgusted with
her, but they were too young to be burdened. Life was already hard enough. He
shook his head incredulously. She had been so damn sexy,
funny, full of life. Why the hell couldn’t she leave well enough alone? She
should have had some control.
He wanted to scream-out down the ugly street,
“It’s her fucking fault that I’m in the rain in this crap neighborhood trying
to evade the police.”
But he knew he hadn’t tried to slow her down
either. He kept giving her the drugs and she kept getting kinkier and kinkier
and more dependent on him and that’s how he liked it. She was adventurous and creative
beyond her years. Freaky and bizarre. He had been enthralled, amazed. The
higher she got, the wilder she was. Nothing was out of bounds. Everything was
in the game.
And so, they went farther and farther out there.
Together. With the help of the chemicals. They were co-conspirators,
co-sponsors of their mutual dissipation. How far they had traveled without ever
leaving their cruddy little city. They were so far ahead of all the other kids.
He squinted, and his mind reeled. He tried to
remember in what month of their senior year in high school the drugs became
more important to her than he was. And in what month did her face start looking
so tired, her complexion prefacing the ravages to follow, her breath becoming
foul as her teeth and gums deteriorated. And in what month did her need for the
drugs outstrip his and her cash resources.
He stopped walking and raised his hooded head to
the sky so that the rain would pelt him full-on in the face. He was hoping that
somehow this would make him feel absolved. It didn’t. He shuddered as he
clutched the shiny black bag, the increasingly cold wet wind blowing hard
against him. He didn’t even want to try to figure out how many guys she had sex
with for the drugs.
The puddle-ridden deserted street had three
large dumpsters on it. One was almost empty. It seemed huge and metallic and
didn’t appeal to him. The second was two-thirds full. He peered into it, but
was repulsed by the odor, and he was pretty sure he saw the quick moving
figures of rodents foraging in the mess. The third was piled above the brim
with construction debris.
Holding the plastic bag, he climbed up on the
rusty lip of the third dumpster. Stretching forward, he placed the bag on top
of some large garbage bags which were just a few feet inside of the dumpster’s
rim. As he climbed down, his body looked bent and crooked and his face was
ashen. Tears streamed down his cheeks and bounced off his hands. He barely
could annunciate, “Please forgive me,” as he shuffled away, head bowed and snot
dripping from his nose.
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About the Author
William Leibowitz has been practicing entertainment/media
law in New York City for a number
of years. He has represented numerous
renowned creative people and many leading intellectual property companies. William has a Bachelor of Science degree from
New York University
(magna cum laude, Phi Beta Kappa) and
a law degree from Columbia University. He lives in the village
of Quogue, New
York with his wife, Alexandria,
and dog, George.
William wrote
Miracle
Man because of its humanistic and spiritual messages and because he feels
that in our current times--when meritless celebrity has eclipsed accomplishment
and the only heroes are those based on comic books, the world needs a real
hero--and that, of course, is Robert James Austin, the protagonist in
Miracle
Man.
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