The City in which the majority of my first book takes place ends up becoming quite important. It is an urban center with a swarm of energies, a nexus, and thus it attracts much unto itself, good or bad. Of the myriad things happening, one of them is the presence of serial killer, a savage murderer displaying a deep degree of barbarity. The identity and purpose of this criminal is central to the goings-on within the story.
“The thorax has been rent quite savagely, initially torn open by three large wounds, ranging from ten to thirteen inches, the condition of the flesh indicating this was not a bladed weapon, nor were they done by the same hand.”
“What?” Mahler asks, looking up from viewing the printed report which lies bound in a heavy stock covering.
“It wasn’t a knife or dagger or similar bladed weapon. I consulted an old friend of mine who ended up getting into veterinarian medicine, and she agrees that this looks like it was caused by claws.”
“Are you saying an animal did this?” Pasztor chimes in.
Does this have anything to do with the valuable book in the university’s secured collection? Does the young librarian Lilja have any clue as to what is really going on?
Find out in Dance of the Butterfly, the first book in my urban fantasy series –
Dance of the Butterfly – print version
Dance of the Butterfly – electronic editions
Dance of the Butterfly 