There are many ways to start a story, but if a book is going to grab me before the first page turn it's probably going to include tanks shooting at space ships shooting at giant fighting robots in 1243, Japan.
Flash forward a few years later to present time, which is actually still a few years out from now (time travel, am I right?) and we have our hero, Denver Wallace miserably sitting at his own table at the world's largest celebration of robot pilot monster fighters, aka Suicide Jockeys, Kureji Con. Immediately, I was drenched with an overwhelming sense of warm nostalgia as panels displayed glimpses of the convention floor covered with 80's and 90's Tokusatsu resemblances that brought me right back to my Power Ranger-loving childhood. As we begin get to know Denver a little better we start to learn that his life isn't exactly going as a decorated hero's should as fanboys line up at his sad looking table with plenty of demands and little respect in return. With all cons come the obligatory post-convention drink, and that's where Denver meets an opportunity of a lifetime to not only turn his life around financially, but also possibly locate his past love lost in time in his last mission years ago.
