A. Beshears

The Cold Wind Blows: a Novel A. Beshears

She looked so beautiful lying there in a pool of her own blood. At least that?s what Jake thought. He couldn?t help but bask in the glory of knowing that everyone was able to partake of his masterpiece. She hadn?t been dead that long, but the color of her skin added to the beauty of Jake?s artwork. She wasn?t the first one to die at his hands though, and Jake couldn?t be sure if she?d be the last one. All he could think about was that it didn?t have to be this way. It never had to end this way.