Author: Paul Harry
Genre: YA Science fiction / Fantasy
Daniel Raye was only sixteen when he walked in on a mob hit against his father. Brutally beaten and left for dead, Daniel awakens in a hospital to find himself blind and with no memory of the hit. Placed in the FBI’s witness protection program, Daniel is relocated to Northern California where he’s given residence with a long, lost Aunt who runs a bio-tech firm called NanoBytes. Over time, Daniel rebuilds his life and adapts well to his newfound family, but as fate would have it, comes under the scrutiny of the mob once again–but not before his Aunt finds a cure for his blindness. Using a radical untested procedure incorporating robotic nanites spliced with the DNA from animals and insects, Daniel is injected with a serum that only a mad scientist could create.
Does it work?
Better than anyone imagined.
What would you do with x-ray vision?
As a young boy I cut my teeth on Marvel Comics, Edgar Rice Burrough’s serial novels,(John Carter & Tarzan)and classic movies like “The Day The Earth Stood Still.” I also spent many days reading classic science fiction works by authors such as Asimov, Heinlein, Clark, Silverberg, and Bradbury to name a few.
In school my favorite subjects were English and Theater Arts. It is the combination of all of this that led me into writing, especially screenplays. I love the visual medium of movies and television though too many movies today put special effects ahead of the story. I think the greatest compliment I’ve received about my writing is that people can see the visual images I am creating as I write.
NANOVISION is my latest novel and I think readers will have a lot of fun with it. In writing the novel I used my forty years of experience in the Las Vegas gaming industry as a background for the story. So for those of you who might ask—Are the casino scenes real? The answer is most definitely, Yes!
My other works on Amazon are: THE 5 MOONS OF TIIANA, and THE GARDEN, The Unauthorized Biography of Adam and Eve.
Crawling across the floor, Daniel kept his face glued to the linoleum taking short labored breaths. He reached the chair and pulled himself up−his father was a horrible mess and the sight of him like this tore out Daniel’s heart. Nobody deserved a beating like this. With tears streaming down his face Daniel grabbed the rope and began working the knots binding his father.
“It’ll be all right, Dad. I’ll get you out of here,” he promised in between painful sobs. He cursed the knots. They were hard, tight little fucking bastards, slick with blood, and his fingers kept slipping. He couldn’t untie them. Fuck! Now what?
Daniel sank to the floor sobbing. What the fuck was he going to do? Then it dawned on him−get a knife, stupid. Inching his way to the silverware drawer he yanked it open, spilling the knives, forks and spoons onto the floor. He grabbed a steak knife and went back to work, sawing on the rope, but the blade was dull and it didn’t go well. He couldn’t cut the nylon cord. Unexpectedly, a voice spoke to him. Perhaps it was an angel, his own conscious, or even his father−he wasn’t exactly sure−only that it was eerily serene. Whatever it was, it got his full attention. “Leave−Now,” it said firmly. “Get out of the house.”
It was all the impetus Daniel needed. He took a deep breath and held it as he rose to his feet. Grabbing the back of his father’s chair and using all the strength he could muster, Daniel started to drag his father to the backdoor and safety. It was a heroic effort though near impossible to complete. Steven Raye wasn’t a large man, but he was dead weight and the floor was slick with blood and covered by debris. It took precious minutes and an inordinate amount of strength just to reach the back door. Once there Daniel clumsily, pawed at the deadbolt and the chain, finally unlocking the door. His hand turned the knob and the door flew wide open, pushed in by a hot gust of wind. For a brief second Daniel had a glimmer of hope. It was bright outside−warm and open. Freedom called.
Unfortunately, the breeze was a catalyst for the gas. It pushed the propane deeper into the house while adding more oxygen to the mix. It hit the cigarette on the floor and ignited, and as Daniel turned to grab his father he was met by a solid wall of flaming propane headed his way. Instinctively, he ducked down behind his father using him as a shield.
The house was old−a dilapidated old shack that should have been demolished thirty years earlier. When the gas ignited, the place exploded like a bomb−a fiery inferno that was heard and felt for miles around the Pahrump Valley.
Ironically, it was Steven Raye who saved his son’s life. His dying body protected Daniel from the main force of the blistering blast even though the explosion propelled Daniel back thirty feet into the desert. Amongst the tumbleweeds and sagebrush the boy fell to the ground where he lay unconscious in the dirt, hovering on the verge of death. His hair, face and body were burned, every inch of his flesh peppered with splinters of glass, wood, and metal−his body crimped and crushed with half a dozen broken bones−not to mention internal wounds. Still, somehow he survived...