by Amy L. Sauder (Author)

A narrator always gets to know the reader before spilling their deepest secret.

I am a murderer.

She was just a silly nothing of a girl until I made her rise to fame. A pennything.

So, reader: sit down, cozy up. I'd offer a cup of tea, but you may worry it's poisoned, and you may be correct.

But I can't just tell you how she died. That's too easy. Too quick. Buckle up: you're in for a villainous monologue.

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