A South Sea Cannibal opera, preceded by an instructive first-hand report by a British lady traveler on the Brinala archipelago and the strange customs of both its savage and civilized tribes.
This story is dedicated to the heroic music industry and movie studio executives. These warriors for Truth, Justice, and the American Way fight the good fight against the Legion of Darkness, those insidious arch-criminals who download music and movies.
Monique was perfect for the cause. She was young, earnest, eager, and impressionable. She was pretty, innocent, waifish, with the sort of big blue eyes and long skinny legs and modest, upturned breasts that would turn heads. And best of all, her father was an executive at SanChem. Caution! Illustrated.
Not a nice story. Quite unlike the things I write (am writing) for my own enjoyment. If you are looking for detailed accounts of snuff, then you are out of luck. If you are squicked by snuff, then you'd better move along. And everyone else had better move along too, there's nothing to see.
A divorcee comes back to her home town to be with family and heal her broken heart. But she gets more than she bargains for when she begins working at a local bed and breakfast that use to be and old plantation where an horrible crime took place.