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The first time, it wasn't hunger as the masses comprehend it, a mere growl of the stomach or the pang of a missed meal. No, this was something primordial, a primal itch that seared through my chest, spreading like an inferno until it reached the tip of my tongue....
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Wisdom of a Cannibal

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"I didn't lose my goddess. I gave her the only altar that can't be looted." Murphy's name sits easy in the mouth-two bites, done. June does not. She enters his life like warm metal and stays like a sacrament. Together they build a private liturgy: wrist to lips, breath to teeth, control traded like holy objects. He calls it devotion. The taste calls it truth. What starts as careful desire thins the line between dinner and devotion until it snaps. Murphy's canines lengthen, his jaw learns a new grammar, and a second voice-sour, persuasive-joins the first, tender one. Love keeps asking for more, and he keeps answering with a mouth that has forgotten how to lie. Told in intimate, lyrical vignettes, Wisdom of a Cannibal is horror for readers who want their monsters to be human first and honest last. It's a dark romance that refuses redemption and a body-horror prayer that ends in communion: the goddess is not lost; she lives where the voice begins. Expect copper on the tongue, the quiet of tile and enamel, and a tragedy that chooses beauty over apology.