Cleveland's got diversity and missionaries and sewage-surfing and bookstores and autistics: I'm one of them—Belle. Come have coffee with me and I'll tell you about myself. Wait ... I'm mute, so I can't.
I've got a cat aptly named Queequeg, a Tourette's-afflicted Myna bird named Epiphany, a mother who suffers from RBF (resting bitch face), a father who performs acrobatics on a ladder, and a beautiful sister who doesn't, in fact, have chlamydia.
Don't pity me, I won't have it. Things could be worse: I'm neither a cutter nor a stabber nor a public masturbator, and I'm loved. Are you?
Beneath the awkward mask fate painted on me, I do have a voice. Try having complicated opinions whilst unable to communicate them—the awareness of great words you'll never say aloud.
If you stop dwelling on masturbation, I'll point out that despite the hassles I create for my loved ones, I deal with my autism more than anyone else.
Inhumanum: (Latin) Brutal.
Bonn Maddox is ambivalent toward the massive ill-gotten fortune he inherited, but he does prize a water-stained document that hangs in his father's study. It's generations-old ... a black market treasure. Inspiration turns to obsession. The butcher considers his calling a societal reckoning: a deep moral debt owed for his family's predatory greed.
The maimed vigilante enlists a pair of eccentric Germans to grow his operation. Discreet, reptile-like savants, they are financial gurus but have their own secrets. When Henna Maxwell, a toxicologist with a rare passion for venom, seeks refuge, Bonn may have risked his freedom.
The death count soars. New York City's top homicide team has profiled an inhumanly strong and opportunistic loner who's always a step ahead. Has the hunter graduated to Brownsville? The detectives—an ex-boxer and his pregnant partner—have unknowingly assumed terrible risks. They couldn't guess how personal the killer's hunt has become. Now, more than just thugs are in trouble... those who consider themselves untouchable are next.
Book two, Law of Retaliation series.
Most Nazi scientists fled Berlin at the end of World War II. Not Wolfgang Bähr. Relentless, forced into forgotten wartime tunnels, the meagerly-funded geneticist continued his work for decades.
Two of his experiments were identical. Along with a third, very different child, they lived in a green concrete room, telling time by a rust-worn dripping sink, their creator providing all they know—or does he?
Taller but malnourished, hiding his head in the cold, dark room, The One Who Was Different is the optimized human—what the program always dreamt to achieve. His IQ: unfathomable; a genetic memory: a recall of events and knowledge in the absence of having experienced a stimulus. While he contains the knowledge of his forefathers, The Two Who Were Alike carry the feral genes of theirs.
Later, when a pair of bizarre, reptilian Germans employed by reclusive and missing billionaire Bonn Maddox attempts to protect toxicologist Henna Maxwell from an assassin, they are willing to sacrifice the lives of millions to save her.
But it will take more than falling skies to keep an Aryan killer from Henna. It will take everything they’ve got. They need Bonn Maddox to come home.