The Man with no Eyes

THE FACILITY TOOK EVERYTHING FROM HIM, INCLUDING HIS EYES. NOW ANDREW HARKINS IS DETERMINED TO USE HIS SPECIAL ABILITIES TO EXACT REVENGE.



Doctor Andrew Harkins accepts his dream job at a cutting-edge lab, but the dream becomes a nightmare when he refuses to use unwilling human test subjects. Andrew finds himself at odds with the owner of the Facility. They take everything from him, including his eyes, but there is more to Andrew Harkins than they know. Using his unique physical abilities, he escapes the lab, but is determined to return and destroy it, along with its maniacal owner, Alain Savon. But before he can exact his revenge, he must cross a merciless desert, avoid gun runners, and elude the U. S. Military.


"The Man with No Eyes is strongly character-driven with meticulous analysis of each character's mindset showing the all-important why behind their decisions and viewpoints... It is a mesmerizing tale of the heights and depths of human nature packed with insight, mystery, tension, and suspense that grasps the reader with its incredible power."-Phil Slattery, Founder and Publisher, The Chamber Magazine




"The Man with No Eyes starts with a bang and never lets up. This fast-paced, cinematic thriller has plenty to keep you reading long past your bedtime"--Patricia Correll, author of The Corpse Eater




A woman walked toward him as he sat in a small island of shade beneath an acacia tree.

Her clothes rustled in the wind as she approached cautiously. Her slow, deliberate footsteps crunched on the sand, marking her distance with each step.

The wind swept across the desert in green, undulating lines, but when the wind struck her, it changed direction and speed abruptly. This disruption allowed Andrew to "see" her in his mind.

She spoke to him in Arabic. When he didn't answer she spoke in a broken English. "You are not spirit?"

"No."

"Soldier?" she asked.

"No."

"You look like soldier."

"Well, I took these clothes off a psychopath that fancied himself something of a soldier. But I am no soldier." Andrew shook his head.

"Spy?"

"A blind spy?" He asked, pointing to the dirty bandage around his eyes. "I'm afraid I wouldn't make a very good one. Doctor."

She stood quietly, the wind rustling her long robes and head scarf. She sighed heavily as she stared down at him.

"Medicine doctor?" she asked, there was an edge of excitement in her voice, but it faded quickly. "Who cannot see?"

"Yes."

There was a long pause while she stood before him, the weight of her decision hanging about them both. Would it be more beneficial to have him with them, or should she leave him here in the desert to die?.