The Silver Stranger — Chapter One

The Silver Stranger is almost ready. After a little more polishing, I’ll be putting it into production, and we should see it fairly early in 2022.

In the meantime, be sure to read the first book, The Flying Woman, if you haven’t already. And if you have (thank you!), here’s the current draft of The Silver Stranger‘s first chapter …


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The Silver Stranger

By Daniel Sherrier


All lanes on the Poseidon Bridge stopped dead, though not due to any obstructions in the road. The winged unicorns were fighting the Terrific Trio in the sky, after all, leaving drivers free to proceed. But whether entering the island of Olympus City or exiting to Santa Monica, they all rated their destination far less compelling than the spectacle taking place high above the water.

The rubberneckers were perhaps hoping for any passing glimpse of Ultra Woman overpowering a creature with her impossible strength, or Mr. Amazing repelling another with his telekinesis, or Fantastic Man blinding one with a burst of dazzling light. Several spectators poked their heads and arms out windows, or emerged from their vehicles entirely and congregated along the guardrails. Some photographed. Some filmed. Some simply watched in wonder. All enjoyed the show. It was entertainment plus a jolt of adrenaline. More than likely, the fate of the city was at stake, maybe the fate of the world, but wasn’t it spectacular?

Alyssa Henson held her gaze straight ahead, her narrow face resting in a frown. She sat in the back of a taxi cab, one piece of luggage at her side and the rest in the trunk, as she waited for forward momentum to resume and carry her into Olympus, to her new life. Right now, though, she could focus on nothing but one little girl.

The child had climbed up the concrete guardrail and was holding onto the metal bar—the only thing separating her from a hundred-foot plunge into the Pacific Ocean. The hazard did not deter her. The fearless child watched the sky as the superheroes flew higher, directing the creatures’ energy blasts upward, away from even the most imposing skyscrapers in the center of Olympus.

A few adults stood nearby. None issued a warning to get down right this second, young lady. They faced the other way, toward the battle in the distance.

The girl wobbled, then steadied herself. The momentary loss of balance failed to alert her to the reality of her own peril.

Alyssa’s heart thudded. 

The little girl leaned forward, sticking her head out over the railing. She couldn’t have been more than seven. No one paid her any attention. All they had to do was tell her to get down before she fell. If they were expecting an instant superhero rescue, they were neglecting the fact that the superheroes were preoccupied battling unicorns thousands of feet away.

The girl stood tall on the guardrail, and her hand vacated the bar to shield her eyes from the sun.

Alyssa jumped out of the cab. And stopped immediately.

A potbellied man, presumably the father, tugged the girl off the guardrail and hoisted her onto his shoulders. From this improved perch, she waved at the superheroes.

Her assistance not needed after all, Alyssa slunk back into the cab, appreciating its warmth. She wrapped her black leather jacket tightly around her bony form. The January air was a touch too cold, but still more comfortable than back home. With her fingers, she brushed her auburn hair away from her face.

“How was the view out there?” asked the cab driver, a bearded, heavyset man.

“Oh, I was just—” She decided not to get into it. “Not much better. It’s all pretty far away.”

“I met them once,” the driver said with a proud nod. “The Terrific Trio.”

Alyssa reminded herself to be polite. “That’s … nice.”

“They saved my life. I was driving my cab here, and all of a sudden—bam! This huge guy, one of those supervillains, lifts my car into the air, with me in it, and get this, he throws me.”

Alyssa got the impression the driver had told this tale a few dozen times already. His broad smile shone from beneath his abundant facial hair as his hands illustrated the trajectory of the thrown car. Becoming a supervillain’s projectile was the greatest thing that ever happened to the poor guy, judging from his exuberant tone. The story went on for a few minutes. Meanwhile, the cab’s fare meter ticked upward; the odometer did not.

“—and then Ultra Woman swoops down and clocks the big guy right on the—look! There she is!”

The driver peered up through his windshield and pointed, his finger quivering in unbridled excitement, like he had spotted Santa Claus on Christmas Eve.

Ultra Woman wrapped an arm around a unicorn’s neck as they swerved over the bridge, though it was unclear which of them was doing the steering. They twirled, and Ultra Woman’s cape billowed as they tipped toward the water.

Green tights and a scarlet cape, plus a fierce bird symbol of some sort on the chest. A twenty-something adult was wearing, essentially, pajamas. Alyssa wondered how she showed her face in public dressed like that.

She didn’t. She wore a mask, as did the other two.

Nevertheless, as Ultra Woman tamed the aggressive creature, avoiding its horn blasts while ensuring no one got hurt, Alyssa had to admit—it was kind of impressive, in a way.

The driver certainly thought so. He pointed his cell phone at the action and snapped pictures, even though said action was drifting farther from the bridge and rising ever higher above the water. And he was hardly the only bystander angling for the perfect shot.

The unicorns herded around Ultra Woman. Each one’s hide was a different color, and a vibrant color at that, and their wings sported the entire rainbow, shifting from red on one tip all the way to violet on the opposite side. They seemed too bright to be menacing.

One unicorn tagged Ultra Woman with an energy blast from its horn, but she swiftly recovered and slammed her fist against that unicorn’s hide, moving so fast that she became a blur. One second later, four unicorns plunged toward the water.

Alyssa wondered what such power would feel like. She imagined herself flying as Ultra Woman—the rushing wind against her face, the confidence of knowing she possessed greater physical strength than any person living or dead, the lack of fear that came with such might. The speed would be the best of all. Such a practical power. A super-fast person would never need to rely on a taxi, for example.

The fare meter crept ever higher.

More unicorns flew from the city, pursued by Mr. Amazing. He had a cape, too, and his mask shrouded his entire head. Unlike Ultra Woman, he dressed almost in monochrome, clad in a dark gray up and down with the exception of a ruby letter A on his chest. His appearance was slightly less ridiculous, though the blank mask didn’t help; it looked like someone stuffed a tight bag over his face and he somehow failed to notice.

Mr. Amazing waved his arms in multiple directions, batting unicorns away without touching any, while Ultra Woman swirled around them at super-speed, hammering her opponents from all sides. The pair fought the whole relentless herd while the bridge spectators treated this as a thrilling gladiatorial contest. Alyssa wanted to know if the superheroes could hear their fans’ cheers, and whether their egos required it.

The cheering spiked when a thin beam of light streaked across the sky. But this light was no ordinary collection of photons. Sometimes, this light was a person, a guy who answered to the name Fantastic Man.

Fantastic Man’s ability to manipulate light may have had some practical uses, too, but his ability to transform his entire body into light … Alyssa found that unsettling. She watched the shimmering beam swerve around the unicorns, and she shuddered.

The light pulsed directly at several unicorns’ eyes, disorienting them while Ultra Woman and Mr. Amazing attacked.

“Aren’t they great?” the cab driver said.

Alyssa wanted to think so. She wanted to get swept up in the excitement with everyone else. She felt the tug; it threatened to lift the corners of her mouth into a smile as Ultra Woman knocked out three unicorns with a single mighty blow. But a little girl could have died today.

“What the hell even causes a unicorn attack in the first place?” Alyssa blurted out.

The driver stroked his beard, his eyes glinting as he watched the creatures. “We never really know about these things until after the fact. But my bet?” He took pride in his hunch, perhaps envisioning himself as the master sleuth puzzling out the mystery. “This whole thing screams Doctor Hades.”

He said the name as though Alyssa would obviously know it. She was slightly embarrassed that she did know the name, though not much more than that. She tried to refrain from reading fantasy stories in the news. Often, she succeeded. It helped that the bizarre occurrences seldom spread beyond Olympus.

The driver’s eyebrows jumped in the rearview mirror. “Do you not know about Doctor Hades? Been living under a rock, have you?” he added with a good-natured smile.

“I vaguely recall hearing about him. I was busy finishing up school, so I haven’t been paying much attention to anything else.”

The driver nodded. Education was, evidently, the most acceptable excuse for lack of super-heroic knowledge. “Ah, yes. Good you focus on the books. What did you study?”

She hated the question. She hated the answer more, and her volume dropped as she said it. “Dental hygiene.”

It took the driver a second to catch the response; the action was too distracting. “Oh, you’re a dental hygienist? I’ve got a cousin who’s a hygienist. She loves it—she’s coming up on twenty years in her office. It’s such a nice, stable profession. You don’t get the ups and downs that so many other industries go through. Everyone always needs clean teeth—and transportation.” He chuckled like they were sharing a joke, one Alyssa didn’t want to understand. “You and me, we’re practical people.”

Alyssa attempted a polite laugh. The effort collapsed after a second, though the driver was too busy watching the battle outside to notice.

“Yeah, this has got to be a Doctor Hades plot,” the driver said. “Now, listen—in Olympus, you should know about Doctor Hades. So let me tell you …”

And he did. Doctor Hades—real name Warner something or something Warner, the driver couldn’t recall exactly—used to be a mediocre scientist. Frustrated by his failures, Doctor Hades developed a suit of golden armor, into which he implanted advanced weaponry and defensive capabilities. Lasers, force fields, invisibility, computers of extraordinary sophistication—all this, and perhaps more, was at his disposal. His villainous career kicked off right around the same time that the Terrific Trio formed, and they had locked horns several times over the past year and change. Doctor Hades frequently employed unusual combinations of futuristic weapons and unnatural creatures in his diabolical schemes, but the murderous madman always failed.

The reference to murders caught Alyssa off guard. Most of the super-criminals she had read about were just that—eccentric bank robbers or aggressive blowhards seeking attention. But, she was now recalling, a few were reported to have homicidal intentions. “Has he actually killed people?”

The driver lowered his head solemnly. “He has, several times. If not for the Terrific Trio, he’d have killed so many more.”

Dread tightened her gut. Alyssa hadn’t really considered to what extent she was jeopardizing her life simply by moving into this city. Several supervillains popped up after Doctor Hades, their ranks steadily growing, but the Terrific Trio never needed to update their name. She asked the driver, and he confirmed it. Not a single new superhero since Ultra Woman and Mr. Amazing joined Fantastic Man the summer before last.

“We’ll know for sure if Doctor Hades is behind this by the end of the day,” the driver said. “Fantastic Man’s pretty good about keeping the press in the loop. I like how forthright he is. Always a true sign of character.”

“What’s his real name?” The question came out ruder than Alyssa intended.

The cab driver had a ready answer. “That’s none of our business. The man’s got to protect his friends and family. All three of them do.”

Alyssa wondered why other occupations didn’t rate that same consideration, but she refrained from pressing the issue any further. She instead watched Ultra Woman and Mr. Amazing hold their own against dozens of violent unicorns—more than hold their own. Alyssa lost track of the living light, but the junior members appeared unscathed. If they were tiring, they didn’t show it. Ultra Woman even seemed to be smiling, though it was difficult to confirm at this distance.

“What’s the point of this?” Alyssa asked. “What does Doctor Hades even want, and why are weird creatures the way to go about achieving it?”

“Oh, he’s just a crazy guy who wants to spread terror.” The driver sounded certain. “If we fear him, that’ll be reward enough. Try not to think too much about it. You’ll just drive yourself crazy.”

Alyssa squinted at a sky overrun with unicorns, and she decided this looked like way too much work just to mess with people, especially if the superheroes were always able to overpower whatever Doctor Hades created. Question after question bounced around within her skull, each one seeking release: If Doctor Hades was such a failure as a scientist, how did he develop all the advanced technology in his armor? What field of science did he specialize in? What was he working on before the armor? Did anyone know? Did anyone care? 

The questions found no outlet. Instead, Alyssa muttered, “It can’t be that simple.”

“Did you see that?” The driver pointed through the windshield. “Mr. Amazing scattered a whole herd of them, and all he did was wave his arms around! Oh, I’m sorry—did you say something?”

Alyssa shook her head. “Never mind. It’s nothing.”

The battle ended in an anticlimax a few minutes and a higher cab fare later, when the unicorns collapsed all at once. Each one convulsed in the same manner, and they plunged to their deaths—to whatever extent they were alive in the first place. Mr. Amazing stretched his neck from side to side while Ultra Woman dusted off her hands. She gave a quick, wide wave to the bridge crowd, and the pair flew back into the city.

Alyssa assumed Fantastic Man dealt with the source of the unicorns after he vanished. If there was any showdown with Doctor Hades, or whoever the perpetrator was, it would likely happen out of public view, which disappointed Alyssa. But that was silly, she told herself. So she wouldn’t see childish fisticuffs between people in outlandish pajamas. This was not something that merited disappointment.

People calmly returned to their vehicles as though unicorns hadn’t imperiled their lives. Alyssa spotted the little girl climbing into her parents’ backseat, all smiles and without any sense of her own mortality.

Traffic again moved. It didn’t move fast, but it rolled in the proper direction.

Alyssa stared at the water under which dead unicorns were sinking.

“I take it that was your first time seeing the Terrific Trio?” the driver asked.

“Yeah, I guess it was.”

“You don’t seem all that excited.”

Alyssa almost asked if she was obligated to gush about the Terrific Trio, if she had committed some grave faux pas by not taking a selfie against the backdrop of lethal unicorns, if her excitement ceased to exist because it was imperceptible.

She gritted her teeth and said nothing.

The driver’s face softened, and his tone exuded empathy. “I know it seems a little scary at first, but trust me, we were never in any real danger, not with the Terrific Trio guarding us.”

It appeared that way, but Alyssa feared the sense of security was nothing more than a pleasant fiction. Without knowing precisely what Doctor Hades, or whoever, was up to, how could she feel safe? She thought of Cold War children hiding under their desks during bomb drills, as if ordinary wood and plastic were sufficient protection against an atomic attack, and she wondered if those kids had understood the futility of it all.

“And just think,” the driver continued, “you’ve now seen proof, with your own eyes, that life is incredible.”

Alyssa silently agreed. What she saw lacked any credibility. And yet it happened.

“Doesn’t it make you want to smile?” the driver said.

Alyssa considered humoring him, manufacturing a false grin as she had so many times in recent years. She instead pretended not to hear his last statement, and she gazed out the window for the rest of the ride, registering little.

Images from the super-battle flashed across her mind. Ultra Woman seemed like she enjoyed herself out there. If Alyssa had her power, she would have pulled that little girl off the guardrail in a blink, without giving the matter a second thought.


End of excerpt.

Stay tuned for updates! The Silver Stranger is coming…

The Flying Woman: Back on Apple and Barnes & Noble

Where would superheroes be without a good crossover? Why limit ourselves to the Amazon Universe when we can team up with the Apple Universe and the B&N Universe?

The Flying Woman ebook is officially back on Apple and Barnes & Noble. Of course, it remains on Amazon (where you can also find the paperback version).

Kindles, NOOKs, and Apple Books — unite!

So, enjoy reading The Flying Woman on the above platform of your choice. Meanwhile, I’ll continue working on the upcoming sequel, The Silver Stranger.

‘The Flying Woman’ now on Kindle Unlimited

I’ve bent the knee to Amazon, which means Kindle Unlimited subscribers can now read The Flying Woman at no extra charge.

Also, for a limited time, Kindle readers can purchase the ebook at a discounted price. It’s currently down to 99 cents, but it will gradually rise back up to the full $3.99. So, now’s the perfect time to take a chance on a new superhero.

Thank you to everyone who’s read The Flying Woman so far. If you enjoyed it, please consider leaving a review on Amazon or Goodreads. In any event, I greatly appreciate everyone who takes the time to read it.

A bit about the book:

The impossible has become reality! A masked man possesses extraordinary powers, and he’s using those fantastic abilities to fight crime and pursue justice. Meanwhile, Miranda Thomas expects to fail at the only thing she ever wanted to do: become a famous star of the stage and screen. One night, Miranda encounters a woman who’s more than human. But this powerful woman is dying, fatally wounded by an unknown assailant. Miranda’s next decision propels her life in a new direction—and nothing can prepare her for how she, and the world, will change.

So here’s why I write…

I recently reread George Orwell’s famous essay, “Why I Write.” In it, he ascribes four primary motives to writers: egoism, aesthetic enthusiasm, historical impulse, and political purpose. Different writers will feel a stronger pull from one or two than the others, and the precise balance might shift over a lifetime, but those four motives drive much of the prose that exists and will exist throughout the world. I’d be lying if I claimed immunity.

Looking at my superhero novel The Flying Woman, I can see those four motives playing roles of varying sizes.

Ego certainly factors into the equation. I would like to think otherwise, but that would be self-delusion. There’s a line in the musical Hamilton that goes, “God help and forgive me, I want to build something that’s gonna outlive me.” And yes, I’d like that, too. I won’t live forever, and I can’t take any books with me, but I can leave them behind and hope they endure.

Along those lines, I also wanted to write the best superhero novel ever. There are certainly many good and even great superhero prose novels out there, but which has the reputation as being the pinnacle of the genre in this medium? I’m not saying I succeeded—that’s ultimately up to the readers, not the writer. But after a lifetime of reading superhero comics, I wanted to put my own stamp on the genre.

Aesthetic enthusiasm is more a motivation for editing than writing, but I do certainly appreciate aesthetics and value their importance. I’m happy to take the time to ensure the correct word is always in the correct place, and unbroken walls of text often look plain ugly. Dialogue must always “sound” right and flow with a natural rhythm.

So there’s some aesthetic enthusiasm in the mix, but I wouldn’t call it my reason for writing in the first place.

When I was a newspaper reporter, the historical impulse was by far my strongest motive for that particular type of writing. My job was to present people and events as they were, and to provide readers with enough information to help them form their own conclusions. It was never my place to tell them what to think.

With fiction, and especially superhero fantasy fiction, I’m obviously not presenting factual accounts or even slice-of-life drama. But I do strive to present human nature as it is—the good, the bad, and the ugly. And stories of superheroes and supervillains can tell us quite a bit about ourselves. It’s no surprise that superhero origin stories are often great coming-of-age stories, too.

In The Flying Woman, a young woman acquires powers she never expected, and she has to figure out how to become this perfect superhero even though she knows she’s nowhere near perfect. Effectively, she has to figure out how to become the adult she needs to be. The development of a superhero, then, is another way to show how a person matures.

So maybe that’s not quite a “historical” impulse, but it’s adjacent.

And then there’s political purpose. I generally steer clear of this, as I believe partisan politics and fiction don’t mix (though perhaps that is a type of a political opinion).

Writing a female superhero lead might get me involved in current issues of representation in entertainment. Maybe I’m just looking through rose-colored glasses thanks to a youth of reading X-Men and watching Star Trek, but to me, a female superhero already seemed every bit as natural as a male superhero. As I type that, I worry that I sound like I’m pandering, when that’s the last thing I want to do.

In my mind, the way to reduce any disparities in representation is simply by writing (for example) a female lead in a matter-of-fact way, without any overt agenda. I wrote Miranda as a person first and foremost, not a “strong female superhero protagonist.” I focused less on issues that are unique to women today and more on issues that are common to both men and women—fear of failure, accepting responsibility, new responsibilities conflicting with previous ambitions, striving to live up to others’ expectations, and so on—the universal, timeless issues where we can find common ground, not the contemporary identity politics that can divide us … the broader human nature that I mentioned earlier.

So I wrote a non-political female superhero. The statement is that it shouldn’t be a statement. Is that political in a roundabout way? Anti-politics as a type of politics? I’ll let others decide.

That wraps up Orwell’s four motives, but I’ll add one of my own: the joy of creation, of building something new.

Sure, I’ve drawn on elements already present in the culture—established conventions of the superhero genre, themes others have previously tackled, tried-and-true plot structure, and so on. But I assembled those pieces in my own unique way, to create something that only I would have created.

There’s nothing like that thrill, though maybe this is just another form of egoism. Who am I to argue with Orwell?

Originally posted at Silver Dagger Book Tours.

‘The Flying Woman’ soars as a Book Excellence Award Finalist!

I’m thrilled to announce that I have been recognized as a Book Excellence Award Finalist for my novel, The Flying Woman, in the Fantasy category.

To toot my own horn, my book was selected based on criteria such as writing, design, and market appeal.

To see me listed among the finalists, please go here.

Released last fall, The Flying Woman adapts the superhero genre for the novel medium. The story follows a young woman learning to accept a responsibility far greater than anything she ever contemplated. It’s an entertaining time for superhero fans, whether in middle school or middle age.

And work on a sequel, The Silver Stranger, is under way!

Join the fun by getting your own copy of The Flying Woman here.

Up next …

The Flying Woman came out about five months ago now, and thank you to all who read it, are reading it, or will read it. In the meantime, I’ve been hard at work on the sequel.

I’m not nearly done yet. I’ve got maybe two-thirds of the first draft written, and I have the rest plotted out, but plenty of work remains ahead.

Nevertheless, I thought I’d share the title. So here’s what appears when I open the manuscript’s Word doc:

More details on The Silver Stranger will follow in the coming months.

For now, if you’ve read and enjoyed The Flying Woman, please tell your friends, and that will help The Silver Stranger materialize faster.

I always appreciate everyone’s support.

Superheroes Must Aspire

I rewatch Superman: The Movie at least once every few years. I don’t expect to ever give Man of Steel or Batman v. Superman a second viewing.

Not one of those three movies is perfect, not even the 1978 classic. Did we really need Lois Lane’s aerial poetry slam? Or a Superman who could turn back time, thereby achieving a feat that Cher could only sing about? Of course not, but those are forgivable blemishes when we consider Christopher Reeve’s pitch-perfect portrayal of the first and greatest superhero.

Christopher Reeve’s Superman gave us an ideal to aspire to. Sure, we can never be him, but we can put others first, help people to whatever extent we’re able, conduct ourselves with dignity and maturity, and generally strive to be the best person we can be.

Compare that with the more recent movie Superman, a terrifying, joyless, godlike figure whose parents encourage him to put his own needs first. (The course correction in Justice League is too little, too late.) That Superman is nothing to aspire toward.

Superheroes should never terrify the innocent. In some cases, the responsibility can terrify the superheroes, but they work through any fears and rise up to the challenges before them.

The one recent DC movie that got it right, Wonder Woman, also isn’t perfect, but Gal Gadot’s Wonder Woman is a heroic, aspirational character who does what’s right, even when others assume there’s no hope of success. That’s the most important aspect.

The Marvel movies give us superheroes who are more flawed, but they’re still striving to be better. The first Iron Man movie shows Tony Stark rebuilding himself into a better man, literally and figuratively. Thor must prove himself worthy of his power. Ant-Man needs to get his life back on track so he can be a better father. Spider-Man screws up, but he takes responsibility for his mistakes and makes things right.

The powers have a wish-fulfillment appeal, but they also serve as a metaphor for improvement, for becoming something more than we are. And a strong moral foundation is necessary to use those skills properly and in a way that benefits other people. The focus isn’t on feeling superior to other people—it’s about being superior to who you were yesterday.

There are right ways and wrong ways to develop. The villains are the generally the ones who have stumbled down the wrong path.

So how does a superhero develop? A superhero should be a great role model, but how does that superhero become a great role model? After all, nobody is perfect. We all remember the mistakes we’ve made. Who are we to set an example for others?

The development of a superhero is what The Flying Woman (and, ultimately, the entire TERRIFIC series) is all about, and it represents maturation of any sort, whether someone is trying develop into the best teacher for their students, the best parent for their children, the best professional at the top of their chosen field, or generally just the most responsible and productive adult they can be while striving to make their part of the world a better place.

Superheroes aspire. They can make mistakes, experience setbacks, and struggle to find the correct path, but they work to better themselves so they can better the world.

Find The Flying Woman on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and iBooks. For a chance to win a Kindle copy, enter the giveaway on Goodreads by December 19.

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Thank you to all who show an interest, and I hope everyone enjoys the book.

‘The Flying Woman’ — The Press Release!

Below is the official press release for The Flying Woman. Check it out, and then mosey on over to Amazon and add the book to your Goodreads shelf.


Author launches novel series featuring female superhero

‘The Flying Woman’ tackles secret identities, responsibility, and fear of failure

Nov. 28, 2018 – How do you act like the perfect person when you know full well you’re nowhere near perfect? That’s the question at the core of “The Flying Woman,” a new superhero novel by Daniel Sherrier.

In “The Flying Woman,” the impossible has become reality. A masked man possesses extraordinary powers, and he’s using those fantastic abilities to fight crime and pursue justice. Meanwhile, Miranda Thomas expects to fail at the only thing she ever wanted to do: become a famous star of the stage and screen.

One night, Miranda encounters a woman who’s more than human. But this powerful woman is dying, fatally wounded by an unknown assailant. Miranda’s next decision propels her life in a new direction—and nothing can prepare her for how she, and the world, will change.

“While superheroes dominate the film, television, and comic book landscapes, the genre has made less of a dent in prose fiction,” Sherrier said. “I took that as a challenge—how to adapt a genre created for visual mediums into a novel?” Continue reading