On sale now, Marvel Entertainment and Hyperion Books present "The She-Hulk Diaries" and "Rogue Touch," two new prose novels starring a pair of Marvel's most popular female heroes.With both books available now, Marvel proudly presents exc...
On sale now, Marvel Entertainment and Hyperion Books present "The She-Hulk Diaries" and "Rogue Touch," two new prose novels starring a pair of Marvel's most popular female heroes.With both books available now, Marvel proudly presents exclusive excerpts to get you ready!
"The She-Hulk Diaries" by Marta Acosta, available for purchase on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Indie Bound
Everyone who shifts experiences something different. With me, there is the initial tingle of expectation that runs through my body. I feel it in my fingertips, on my scalp, and down my spine.
The sensation builds as my body stretches and grows dense with muscle. My skin takes on an intense green hue. And then, kaboom!, it’s like being in a volcanic eruption and She-Hulk is the volcano, roaring out, as big and bold and badass as she wants to be.
I’m somewhere inside. I can see what she sees and feel what she feels, but I have limited little no control of her behavior.
She grinned at herself in the mirror and shook out her long waves of hair that were the deep shade of green ink. She grabbed a purple pleather bodysuit and silver boots from the closet, then wiggled into them and sighed with pleasure.
In less than a minute, she’d hit the express button in the private elevator, which dropped so fast it was almost like being in free fall.
The elevator opened to the subbasement, which had access to one of the secret tunnels that crisscross Manhattan. Shulky ran because she’s faster than a car in city traffic. She was happy to be out, happy to stretch her long legs, happy to be wearing clothes she thought made her look hot. Or as she spells it, hawt.
She slipped out of the tunnel at 42nd Street by the Hudson River Greenway. She kept to the shadows as well as a six-foot-seven jade Amazon could keep to the shadows, and then she burst out under the street lamps. A crowd had gathered to watch the action, and they shouted, “She-Hulk! She-Hulk’s here! Shulky!” and she gave a wave while noticing the silver arc of a water sphere shooting like a meteorite across the sky before plummeting down in the direction of Broadway.
A dozen black-and-whites had red lights flashing at the base of the pier. She scoped out the raft bobbing a hundred yards off in the dark water. Centered on the raft was a contraption with a wheeled turret and mantel that supported a long metal cylinder. The white foam churning around the raft indicated an engine below the surface.
Sergeant Patricia Palmieri, our favorite NYPD superhuman liaison, waved She-Hulk over. “Shulky, glad you made it.”
“What’s the scoop, Patty?”
“We can’t tell if the giant peashooter is remote-controlled or not, since anyone who gets close gets blasted. The main target is the goddamn theater district.”
“That’s taking the bad reviews of Spider-Man a little too far,” Shulky snarked. Patty laughed because people think anything Shulky says is hilarious. “Is the ammunition just water?”
“Yes, but you’d have to ask a goddamn physicist how it’s been formed into giant cannonballs. The loading interval seems to take at least twent