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A highly and unusual humorous horror story consisting of 3 of Edgar Allan Poe stories twisted and woven into 1.The Raven, The Tell-Tale Heart and The Black Cat are the inspiration for this entertaining story. The protagonist swears every bad thing he does is done because he is a victim of circumstance and nothing more.He is writing a journal the day before he is to be executed for his crimes. The journal is his means of convincing everyone who reads it that he is not and never was a mad man. He is simply a man obsessed with large breasts who is being tortured and driven to the brink of sanity by things that are out of his control.Knight adds a twist in the way he uses the black cat and the Raven to enhance the story. Is Lenore a woman sent from the heavens or something else? Two policemen who do not believe his story but cannot find evidence of a crime.I dare you to read this story without shaking your head and rolling your eyes and sometimes laughing out loud. You've heard of fractured fairy tales . . . think of this as a fractured horror tale. It's done tongue in cheek and you'll likely be waiting for the authors next such book.Here is an excerpt . . .My first wife was named Jeannie. She was gorgeous. I mean I’m talking knock down gorgeous. I can still remember the day we first met. We took to each other immediately. I had no idea who she was but her eyes were mesmerizing. I can’t remember their color but I was standing in line to get a triple scoop hot fudge brownie sundae when I saw her standing in another line. I forgot about the triple scoop hot fudge brownie sundae and walked over to introduce myself. I couldn’t help but stare into those deep something color eyes.“Are you staring at my breasts?” she asked.