Publisher's Synopsis
The Tale of Edison Andrews - A SEER
I am apparently a very slow learner or I was so as a child. My mother used to like to tell stories about how I would ask why the color of people's eyes were changing so much. With much laughter, or fury, or exasperation, or downright anger depending upon her mood, my mother would say that I saw things that simply were not there. My mother was wrong on this one. I did see eyes change and knowing how that change worked gave me an advantage in my life. My 'gift' was turned against me and against those I loved when I was an adult, costing me everything that was dear to me. Revenge may be sweetest when cold, but I believe revenge must be exacted! Some things are never forgiven.
