“In a house the colour of the sun and the shape of a lightning bolt, a baby woke up in his cot. Not just any baby. He was a superbaby- son of superheroes, Captain Lightning and Madam Thunderbolt.”
“By the time he went to school, Max was not a flying superhero, but just an ordinary boy with a cape and a mask...which were no help to him at all in the school yard.”
“I willed the wound to heal. Somehow I knew it would. I felt proud of myself. I imagined myself like a character in a comic book, who overcame great odds and survived. Soon my head slumped forward and I fell asleep. In my dream, I flew through the air in vivid colors. I wore a cape of red … I was Superman.”