Young Adult 2016 State Book Award Winner Marrow is a fourteen-year-old prodigy at FIST (Fantom Institute for Superheroes-in-Training). With a perfect score on his finals, the ability to smash through walls, and leaps that can launch him over a city block, the Sidekick Internship Program is bound to place him with a top-notch superhero mentor for the summer. But when a series of disastrous events lands Marrow on academic probation, he is forced to team up with Flex—a drunk, hippie bum with the power of elasticity. The two Supers' powers and personalities clash as they are forced to overcome their differences to prevent the return of Cosmo City's most notorious foe, a supervillain so powerful, no one will survive the cataclysm he is sure to unleash. ____________________ What everyone is saying about Marrow: "If you can't get enough of superhero and comic book movies, read Marrow now! It's like stuffing an action movie into your head. The twists will surprise you." —Adam Glendon Sidwell, bestselling author of Chum and Evertaster. "Fans of comics, superheroes, and stories with twist after twist will love Marrow. It's filled with nods and homages to classic heroes, yet still manages to put a unique stamp on the genre." —Jacob Gowans, bestselling author of the Psion Beta series. "If you can't get enough of superhero and comic book movies, read Marrow now! It's like stuffing an action movie into your head. The twists will surprise you."  - Adam Glendon Sidwell, Bestselling Author of CHUM and EVERTASTER "Fans of comics, superheroes, and stories with twist after twist will love Marrow. It's filled with nods and homages to classic heroes, yet still manages to put a unique stamp on the genre."  - Jacob Gowans, Bestselling Author of the PSION BETA Series     Preston Norton is the author of Marrow , Blud and Magik , and The Lost Son . He has a degree in English Education and has taught seventh and ninth grade English. Preston resides in Provo, Utah with his wife Erin. Having super powers isn’t always as super as it sounds. Actually . . . that’s a lie. It’s pretty much awesome. It was the last day of Finals at FIST (Fantom Institute for Superheroes-in-Training). There were exactly ten of us who had qualified for the Sidekick Internship Program. All fourteen years old. All dangerous in our own unique ways. Based on our scores and overall performance, we would be evaluated and paired up with Superheroes who would serve as our mentors for the summer. With top-notch scores, I could be teamed up with a hero like Nova. Or Apex. Or the most legendary hero of them all . . . Fantom, himself. Fantom wasn’t just the founder of FIST. And he wasn’t just a Superhero either. The guy was an icon. A symbol of hope. He was the fastest, strongest, smartest, insert-whatever-awesome-adjective-you-can-think-of-est hero of them all. And the guy had style. Oh man, did he have style. Legend had it that Fantom was the first of the Supers—merely a kid out on a boat with his parents when the Gaia Comet struck. (It was the foreign radioactive energy of Gaia that gave birth to the Supers.) The comet made impact right where they were sailing, killing Fantom’s parents instantly. However, fate or pure luck allowed Fantom to emerge unscathed, and he was reborn with power unparalleled by any other Super. Fantom was going to be my mentor. I had already decided that. I was going to kick this Final in the butt. Sure, we all had to sign an insurance waiver in case of injury, psychological damage, dismemberment, death . . . blah blah blah. But basically, I already had a free ticket to spend my summer with a seasoned Superhero, fighting crime and basking in my awesomeness. The ten of us students were lined up in the Battle Dome—a white, spherical room with half a dozen sliding doors leading into separate Challenge Chambers. We trained here on a regular basis. Contrasting the glaring white of our surroundings, each of us was suited in matching black bodysuits—unrestricting, muscle-stimulating, cold and heat resistant, and even flameproof. You’d never suspect it though. The material was so light, it almost felt like you were wearing nothing. “Are you ready to eat my dust, bonehead?” asked Nero, sneering to my left. Nero was a punk. A tall, skinny punk with black hair and a smirk on his face that made me want to punch him every time I looked at him. He was also telekinetic—meaning he could move objects with his mind. This easily made him one of the top competitors. But being one of the best was inconsequential since I was the best. “You know, Zero, it’s funny,” I said under my breath. “I always thought it was necessary to actually have a brain in order to use mind powers. How do you do it?” Despite my hushed tone, my comment had not gone unheard. A girl laughed—Sapphire. “Marrow, if there was a superpower that made you good at comebacks, I’d swear that was your real power.” Sapphire was standing to my right. She was as cute a