Who was she? Sometimes she was a child skipping rope. Sometimes she was a woman with a passionate hunger. And one day the woman and the child came together...
Terror by good intentions.
A severed hand beckons from an open grave!
The worst foe lies within the self...
There is no known cure...for MURDER.
Murder begins in the mind
All she wanted was everything.
She's locked and loaded.
Fat cats are too easy. Go for the big fish
When your thoughts are not your own.