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The Ripper Lives: Jack the Ripper Series I - A Name for Evil (9/10) out now on Kindle Unlimited
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ABOUT THE RIPPER LIVES:
JACK THE RIPPER'S REIGN OF TERROR CONTINUES
The world’s most elusive and terrifying serial killer returns in the 10-part Victorian gothic murder mystery series, The Ripper Lives. Dripping with 19th-century atmosphere and intrigue, each thrilling, suspense-filled chapter ends with a shocking cliffhanger that compels the reader forward. The fear builds as the historical horror story unfolds, culminating in an explosive, mind-bending conclusion.
The Ripper Lives is a sequel to the true story that commences after the slayings of the Canonical Five. As a secretly appointed task force works to bring the butcher to justice under the radar of the newspapers, the unsuspecting public believes the threat has subsided. But while hiding in the shadows, the serial killer's compulsion to mutilate has grown exponentially stronger, and for Whitechapel, the harrowing nightmare of tension and terror has only just begun.
ABOUT A NAME FOR EVIL:
THE FRICTION BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL CREATES A THREAT THAT ONLY ONE SIDE, OR PERHAPS NEITHER, WILL SURVIVE
“There it was; WE HAD OUR ANSWER. Yet we lingered for a minute or two in the damning silence, wondering if it was all worth it. My head was spinning, my palms slick with sweat.”
The Force receives information that could break the case wide open. But as they inch ever closer to the Ripper, so close they can touch, they face a peril worse than anything in nightmares.
“I became dimly aware of Macnaghten’s movements, hobbling over an unsteady path, shoes sinking and sliding beneath the surface, on his way to the fireplace. There, he uncovered a pot of stew resting on an iron rack adjacent to the hearth. Curious, he blew against the logs, and ashen white pulsed fiery orange, the flames not yet dead. There was life still in them, which, more often than not, meant the same for the house in which we stood.
‘Pot’s still warm,’ he whispered, suddenly on edge, but it was the cocking of his hammer that drew me back to fearful attention. Simultaneously, WE TURNED OUR EYES UPWARD.”
BOOK SERIES PAGE:
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