I have been talking so much about my new book. Now it’s time to show everyone a short Excerpt from this book due to be released on March 17th.
Sometimes conscience rears its ugly head and the killer would have to think about the atrocities he had been committing. Conscience was a feeble being and could be killed easily. His own was especially weak and he believed that gave him a modicum of freedom from the chains that most of the world population placed themselves in. murder is creativity, he thought to himself.
Killing is an art and he was a patron of the arts. How else could he show the world his talents if he had no canvas? The human body was his canvas and it was the best canvas that anyone could have. He planned to make the best use of it.
The alarm blared…
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