Arrington, Bruce E. Phalanx Blood. #bk. 3

Read by James Simenc

My blood kills cancer. Yep, you read that right. The big bad C-word that scares just about everyone these days. My blood kills it. Dead. Dead Kennedys' invitation to the White House dead. Disappointed George Romero dead. Doesn't matter what type of cancer. It quickly finds itself outmaneuvered, surrounded, and mercilessly crushed by an iron-red phalanx. Just a few drops of my blood - drops mind you, and miracles start happening. I'm settled but not satisfied. I'm supposed to be the world's best hero, not detached and away from society. Well, that's gonna change starting today. Cancer victims, get ready for my phalanx blood

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