Blind Salvation is the debut effort from writer McConnaughay, following the story of Orion Corvus. The superhero-action novel sees Orion don a mask and cape, dishing out his own unique form of vigilante justice and coming in-contact with vicious, heinous fiends in the process.
"There's something. They call it a brick-wall. I call it a brick-wall. We call it a brick-wall. It follows. It towers. It controls. It's mine. It's yours. It's ours. A brick-wall. A brick-wall. Always a brick-wall. It spells, it binds, it intertwines, and it confines all I could ever know. I found the answer. I found the secret. Unraveled. Deciphered. Uncovered. Broken free. I'm set free. The wounds upon her. The wounds upon him. It matters not. I must indulge. I must indulge. There's nothing more. There's nothing else. No underlining meaning. Just this. I want this. I need this. I have this. It's mine. The knife breaks off in the skin. The wound rips off from the blade. The blood slithers down and down like a snake. I'm a snake. I'm a monster. A monster that ignores the plaintive cries and only yearns to inject the poison.
But is there more? Something else? Above this all? Because lately, I feel connected. I feel a yearning. A desire. A desire of something more. There has to be something more. A purpose. Something greater. Love? Is it love? Belladonna sees beyond what I am. The addiction. She sees a side of me that I never even knew existed. She understands me. But does she? Does she really? Cepheus disagrees. Cepheus says I don't care. I don't care about who I murder.
But Belladonna, she finds purpose. She only targets the ones who deserve it. I stand, my cape blowing in the wind, and part of me wonders, do I care? My staffs in my hand, I tightly hold. A dark moon looming over me. The rooftops. The rooftops are where I find comfort. Will people offer their necks on a silver platter for the slicing. I doubt so. The hunt is on. What happens now?"