Well then. IT'S HAPPENING.
On April 4th I'm starting to write Janna, a book about a woman serial killer, black like the night. She frightens her victims—rapists, perverts, pedophiles—half to death when she gets her hands on them. All they see are the whites of her eyes. Then she’d smile and they’d see her sharp teeth and piss themselves, and she’d say sweetly, “Did I scare you, mister? I’m awfully sorry. Not as much as you scared that little girl you raped the other day, don’t you think? You scared her awful bad, I heard her crying. I think I ought to make you cry like that, like that little girl. What do you say?” And she’d set her teeth to work.
Here is the opening of Draft 1 (it will change, of course):
"I’m a bad girl. I was born a bad girl. I killed my mama. With the size of my head, I killed her. She was the only woman I killed. The rest were men. Are men. One every month. I cut off their peckers, hang them around their necks. That’s my signature. By a thread. Black thread. Black, like me. I’m black like night. So black, I’m a little blue, almost shining. When they see me, in the night, in that moment, when they know what’s coming, they think of me as nothing, I’m so dark. Only my eye whites are white, they flash, when I roll my eyes. Makes them piss themselves. This. I like it. I like the smell of their urine, their fear, their blood. It excites me."
I have set up a page for it, so you can now pre-order it and suffer from nightmares.
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