Roger Maynard wasn’t really a hero. He was just an ordinary kind of bloke who wanted to be left alone with his pals. But his name was Maynard – and that meant he had no choice. A hero he had to be.
The red blood of heroes had flowed through Maynard veins for generations – and Roger was praying that his wouldn’t turn out to be pale pink when the day came.
A decent copy. Slight stacking curl, mild general wear. Book is clean and sound and in good condition. Bagged and boarded. Please examine photos carefully and see our notes on item condition before purchasing.