My
Name is Vengeance

Macabre,
thoughtful, disgusting, blasphemous, insightful, horrifying, erotic,
unbelievable, grotesque, intelligent, graphic.
This
is the novel that scares even me and why it took me more than 25
years to write it, from the first idea sketched out in my personal
journal in 1995, to a final draft about four years ago.
My
Name is Vengeance is a disturbing yet thought-provoking recounting,
in the killer's own words, of why he does what he does. He considers
himself a pioneer, a scientist, an explorer, and an adventurer within
the multi-faceted and colored moral environment of humankind. He
describes his self-proclaimed experiments in detail, while also
informing the reader of the purpose for each. He tells us, "I
first had sex with my sister in the fall of the year I killed my
father," while monologuing upon topics from acrophobia, to
the danger of being too future focused, to the causes of road rage.
In empathic detail, he recounts the story of his family's cancer
crisis, then speaks of God, abuse, friendship, and sex. He is Hannibal
Lector, Stephen Hawking, and Aristotle all rolled into one, yet
unique within a world he knows and laments is incapable of understanding
him as he describes his killing of more than 70 people.
Nothing
is held back. This is the full-frontal exposure of the mind of an
infinitely-complex serial killer who sees what he does not as violence
or murder, but as experiments and the discovering of new knowledge
whose value to mankind he sincerely believes warrants every life
taken.
Genre:
literary horror
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