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SYNOPSIS
There is a secret world only a select few know about.
Dr. Brian Fisher is a psychiatrist. A somewhat unconventional psychiatrist, mind you. A genius to be precise. He has come across a great many dark and disturbed minds in the course of his career and work as a profiler for the police. This time however, he is confronted with cases that ask more of him than just applying his extraordinary gift of pattern recognition and his irresistible charm, which opens more than just doors for him. He has to become part of something he would have dismissed as fantasy or ravings of madmen before, deal with people who would do anything to get through to that world some call hell; others call it the underbelly.
Where darkness and genius meet, anything is possible …
EXTRACT
Where you see chaos, I see order. Where there are events, there are patterns. And
I recognise them. That is what I do. That is who I am.
My childhood was satisfactory, my youth ordinary, until that fateful day that they
subjected me to an IQ test for a university grant. I had not excelled at school; as a
matter of fact I just got by with the barest minimum of attention and attendance. Then I
took the test and everyone believed I was a genius.
You can only go into two directions from there. You either become brilliant enough
to dazzle everyone including yourself into believing that you can do anything, or you can
become the loser that never lives up to his potential, and whatever you accomplish then is
but a shadow of itself.
If you fail to even make that choice, you are stuck with a limbo personality. You
embrace the Eastern Way to dispose of it altogether, only to find yourself alienated and
susceptible to suggestions.
A pattern is neither good nor bad. It simply is, beautiful in its own right.
A personality is a pattern. The man sitting right opposite me had a disturbed
pattern. The empty page on my notepad vouched for my current inability to make sense of
it. His eyes moved in zigzagging motions, following an irregular geometric shape that
excluded my location by design. You can always tell when someone has been subjected to an
overload of something, be that emotions, impressions, or questions. This man had been
pushed over the edge recently.
They had found him naked in the woods not far from our institution. Because of
that, they had assumed that he was one of our patients already. The blood all over his
body didn’t prompt them to hand him over to the police first. He had not spoken a word
since he was admitted. That is why they got me involved.
Whatever it was this man had experienced, it had scared him off his wits, every
gesture and facial expression was constricted into flight. He was running from something
or someone. He was beyond hope of escape. Not much to go on, but it was a start.
