“Judge of your natural character by what you do in your dreams.” - Ralph Waldo Emerson
It could be argued that what sets humanity apart from the animals is our ability to reason. To put thought before action, that supernatural force of will that transforms a squabbling pack into a society. But does that animal instinct ever really go away, or is it merely buried beneath the veneer of civilization? Isn’t it human nature to dream of dominance, of control, of retribution over those who have wronged us?
Or perhaps what sets us apart is our ability to create art; to spill onto paper or canvas all the dark thoughts that rule us, to exorcise them from ourselves in order to share them with the world. Is it our true self we put on the paper, or our shadow self? Or are they one and the same?
Does art imitate life, or does life imitate art?
A Successful flamboyant mystery writer ,Jeremy Cain ,A Dedicated Police officer With great Track record ,Sebastian Grant both are chasing a serial killer like no other who uses Cain's novel as his handbook to commit murder and follows the pattern of murder shown inside that book but murder has a deep past linked to it.
Refreshing read. The author leaves it to us readers to interpret the ending and what happens after it which feels like a cliffhanger but overall I loved the angle and the style of writing.