Nowhere Man (by Gregg Hurwitz) depicts glimpses into the life of an ex-government assassin. Orphan X, Evan, is kidnapped and must escape in time to rescue someone within a limited time frame.
While the action scenes may be phenomenal, and I do mean truly fantastic, how the author describes women is pathetic to a near sickening degree. Not one of the women in this book had any substance. All of them were concerned with their looks and were portrayed as a potential love interest, to varying degrees, for the main character. Or were just plain ditsy. Or in need of saving. Point is, they were cliques clearly written from a male perspective. Ignoring that, N.M. is a good read, fast paced and had ingenious fight scenes. Hurwitz paid spectacular attention to detail, details that were in the grand scheme unnecessary, but they worked well.
Here's one such example…
"Look - I'm just a kid, man. I'm seventeen. You're not gonna kill me, are you?"
There is a punch Evan was taught in his early teens by a gruff marine close-quarter-combat instructor.
It is called the palate breaker.
A nonlethal blow that fractures the bridge of the nose, the sinus bones, and both orbital sockets, splitting the skull horizontally temple to temple. It leaves the upper jaw floating, unattached.
Even's gaze narrows. He picks his spot.
You wouldn't have thought the kid could keep his feet, but there he is, upright on the curb. Something like drool leaks from his lips, the holes of his nose.
"No," Evan says. "I won't kill you."
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