Penned in 2011 and Indy published in 2012 through Amazon’s CreateSpace label, Eye of the Redeemer is the first of the Ray Silver Tetralogy.
Newly divorced and with two grown kids off to pursue their Naval careers, all Dr. Raymond Silver wanted to do was move on with his life as peacefully as he could. But unanswered questions, guilt, and an unfulfilled desire to carry on a family tradition to serve his country gnaw away at him. When he sets out on a personal quest to atone for his past and validate his existence, he never imagined that he would be the catalyst for three others longing to do the same.
As his life becomes intertwined with a young marine biologist, a nurse and an elderly veteran, this 45 year old “average Joe” chiropractor battles with bureaucrats at the local veterans hospital, becomes the love interest of two beautiful women, and finds himself on a 60 year old naval relic sailing for the Philippines, an accidental key player in a CIA operation to stop a terror group from unleashing a nuclear holocaust.
“Eye of the Redeemer weaves together a myriad of storylines to create a well written and intriguing read.”
~Maya Fleischmann, Indie Reader Discover Awards
EXCERPT:
Just as Dalisay reached mid-ship and turned to walk back to the stern, the volume on her MP3 player suddenly spiked. She stopped to look down at the device and fiddled with the dial control in a vain attempt to fix it. She didn’t see or hear her colleagues collapse to the wooden dock as Thompson at the stern and Martin at the bow fired the silenced shots that pierced each girl’s heart. After slapping the small music player against the palm of her hand several times, she cursed, ripped the ear buds from her head, and turned to whip the entire gadget into the woods. She instantly stopped when she saw the barrel of Peters’ silencer not two feet from her forehead. Her heart rate never had the chance to speed up before everything went black.
As planned, all five men boarded the vessel, with Thompson taking a position in the forward gun turret on the bow and Martin taking the high ground with a position in the conning station. Peters tossed the backpack containing the blocks of C-4 to Richards, who made his way to troop one.
“We’re onboard,” Peters transmitted as he and Gray headed into the main cabin toward the ladder of troop compartment three. The men were immediately hit with the rotting stench of dead fish and other decaying material.
Gray began to feel waves of spasms in his stomach. He fought to suppress the building pressure rising up through his throat, but quickly surrendered to the inevitable. The main cabin was dark and all three had to switch on their miniature headlamps. Piles of garbage, fish carcasses, and other filth filled the passageway. Rats scurried away from the noise and the bright headlamps. Peters grabbed Gray by his shirt and pulled him toward troop three. They headed down into the compartment, only to find more piles of food waste, soiled clothing, pornographic magazines, and semen-stained mattresses scattered across the deck. The heat of the compartment intensified the smell, and this time it was Peters who became sick. As fast as they could they dug through the piles, looking for the attaché cases.
