The Dollhouse Murders

The Dollhouse Murders

  • WpView
    Reads 1,622
  • WpVote
    Votes 100
  • WpPart
    Parts 4
WpMetadataReadOngoing28m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jul 25, 2017
It takes a special kind of someone to commit murder. Especially a gruesome murder. Detective Nick Amaro has seen a lot of death but nothing can compare to the new serial killer in town. A killer that takes it's victim's skin and turns it into "art" is leaving bodies behind left and right, until the young detective stumbles along a finished art piece gifted especially to him. Now let the murder spree begin....
All Rights Reserved
#124
whodunit
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Kill Who You Want
  • Cross My Heart & Hope To Die (GO READ THE REWRITE)
  • A Foxy Detective!
  • The Symbologist
  • RED: Welcome To Fayetteville | Complete ✔️
  • Killing Is Thrilling
  • Come and Get Me ✔️
  • 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 ✓
  • Roger Aberlour - The Glass Dagger

What if it came to the starkest of all choices: kill, or else suffer the loss of a loved one? Readers' comments: 'simply the best', 'one of the best books I've read', 'loved it', 'amazing', 'great reading', 'stumped me to the very end' and others Plot: When a pregnant doctor is brutally murdered in her own kitchen, the husband claims to have some weeks earlier received an anonymous and darkly menacing letter. For the small town of Ravensby, it's just the start of a living nightmare - one in which nobody is spared from the murderous cross hairs, and which will drive Detective Inspector Kubič to the edge of his own sanity... Genre: suspense/thriller Status: completed Length: 70,000 words (approx. 275 standard novel pages) Target readership: Though aimed primarily at adults, the novel features several teenage characters and so may also appeal to a younger audience Extract: "Warn you sir, not a pretty sight in there." Kubič took a deep, preparatory breath, his footsteps slow and leaden as he moved towards the kitchen door. Not for the first time over the years, he found himself wishing he'd chosen an entirely different sort of career. Paper-pushing, something out of doors. Anything at all. He'd always been reasonable enough at woodwork back at school, he recalled. Why hadn't he done that, he thought? Become a cabinet maker or some damn thing. A reluctant hand pushed open the door... "Oh dear Christ." The words escaped his mouth forcefully, involuntarily, like blood gushing from an open wound

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines