The Tears of The Clown – Print – Irina Andreeva

Lives that began with the masseuse woman’s terrifying plan… Three reckless souls who defied their fate, saying, “I’ll change this life.” And two people who found being a killer far more pleasurable than we imagined — quietly reveling in it.

Another body. A young woman, dead. Her nose and ears were cut off, and she was tortured. How will this bloody circle come to an end? Will anyone hear the voice of the stars?

“Human depravity knows no bounds,” someone whispered in my ear. I lost everything—my love, my faith in life, myself. Life ground its teeth at the optimism of my mind. It carried my soul into the heart of dark clouds. It stirred both heaven and hell into the same catastrophe. The day I met my husband was the day I learned he was a killer. Do you think I deserved to be a MOTHER? I craved murder like I craved water. What do you think? Did I do it? Did I kill?