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“Most fires crackle and pop, but that's not really the fire talking, it's the wood. To hear the fire itself you need a huge blaze like this one, a furnace so powerful it roars with its own wind. I crouched as close as I dared and listened to its voice, a whispered howl of joy and rage.”

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Book:I Am Not A Serial Killer
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I Am Not A Serial Killer

In this dark and thought-provoking novel, readers are taken on a journey into the psyche of a serial killer. The narrative is both gripping and unsettling, as it delves into the thoughts and actions of the protagonist. The book raises questions about the nature of evil and the fine line between sanity and madness. The story is told from the killer's perspective, providing a unique and chilling view of a criminal mind. more

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Dan Wells
Dan Wells

Dan Wells is an American author born on March 4, 1977. He is known for his suspense and science fiction novels, particularly for his 'I Am Not a Serial Killer' series and 'John Wayne Gacy: The Smile of the Devil'. more

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