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Black Panther : the young prince / Ronald L. Smith.

By: Material type: TextTextSeries: Marvel Black PantherPublisher: New York, New York : Marvel Press, an imprint of Disney Book Group, 2018Copyright date: ©2018Edition: First editionDescription: 264 pages ; 22 cmContent type:
  • text
Media type:
  • unmediated
Carrier type:
  • volume
ISBN:
  • 1484787641
  • 9781484787649
Other title:
  • Young prince
Subject(s): Genre/Form: Summary: "He felt the mesh of the Vibranium under his fingertips, smooth yet hard at the same time. It almost seemed like it pulsed. Like it wanted to be worn. 'This is the suit of the Black Panther,' T'Challa whispered. 'The suit of my father and his father before him.' He let the fabric fall from his hands and unfurl toward the floor. 'I have to do this,' he said. 'I have no choice.'"--Page [4] of cover.
Holdings
Item type Home library Collection Shelving location Call number Materials specified Vol info Status Date due Barcode Item holds
Children's Book Children's Book Dr. James Carlson Library Children's Science Fiction/Fantasy Fiction Favorites Smith Ronald L Superheroes Available 33111011083256
Children's Book Children's Book Main Library Children's Science Fiction/Fantasy Fiction Favorites Smith Ronald L Superheroes Available 33111008705820
Total holds: 0

Enhanced descriptions from Syndetics:

Black Panther. Ruler of Wakanda. Avenger. This is his destiny. But right now, he's simply T'Challa - the young prince. Life is comfortable for twelve-year-old T'Challa in his home of Wakanda, an isolated, technologically advanced African nation. When he's not learning how to rule a kingdom from his father - the reigning Black Panther - or testing out the latest tech, he's off breaking rules with his best friend, M'Baku. But as conflict brews near Wakanda, T'Challa's father makes a startling announcement: he's sending T'Challa and M'Baku to school in America.

"He felt the mesh of the Vibranium under his fingertips, smooth yet hard at the same time. It almost seemed like it pulsed. Like it wanted to be worn. 'This is the suit of the Black Panther,' T'Challa whispered. 'The suit of my father and his father before him.' He let the fabric fall from his hands and unfurl toward the floor. 'I have to do this,' he said. 'I have no choice.'"--Page [4] of cover.

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