Black Panther The Young Prince

by Ronald Lenard Smith

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.'"--Jacket cover.

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