My wench of a biological mother abandoned her helpless infant son on the steps of that London orphanage only a few hours after my birth. Against all odds I survived the pneumonia that had, by the time of my discovery, began to work its way into my system. 'Miracle,' was the name bestowed upon me for many of my early years, 'sent by the Lord'. It was at the mere age of nine that I became aware that I was truly different. That I would one day have a calling from the Lord. Whilst others may have labelled my – altercation – with the other boy as barbaric, I knew it for what it was, my first act of His dictation. He had whispered it to me, told me just the right amount of force needed to break, but not shatter, the discarded bottle against the window ledge. He gave me the power to pierce flesh, to draw blood, to shatter bone. It was the Lord’s word entrusted to me. So, you see, who was I to refuse my mission from God? Who am I to prevent the course of His bidding?
what a great read !! the story is fuelled by the clear research into Ripper’s history and gripping from start to finish. Highly recommend for anyone who loves snapshots into the mindset of a serial killer !
A nice delve into the self indulgent and obsessed self consciousness of a notorious figure in history. The occasional ‘dear reader’ made me think of a demented version of the Bridgerton narration.