One officer, his breath shallow, leaned in closer to inspect a large butcher’s knife. It had been used, not just for cutting, but for carving. There was no mistaking it.

The hilt was covered in dark red splotches that had dried into thick clumps. The officer’s stomach churned as he turned away, only to be met with something that made his skin crawl even more.

On the counter, surrounded by the knives, was a plate. A strange, unholy plate.

It was full of meat. Gristly, raw meat. It looked as though it had been hastily thrown together—chunks of flesh, slices of skin, and strips of muscle, some unrecognizable. The smell intensified as they moved closer. There was no mistaking it now. This wasn’t some butcher’s leftovers. It was human. And it was fresh.

One officer, his hand trembling, lifted the lid. The smell hit them immediately—a nauseating, putrid stench that made their stomachs turn. It wasn’t just blood, wasn’t just flesh. It was something else. It was the unmistakable scent of something cooked, of meat being prepared for consumption.

They leaned in closer, their eyes widening as they saw it—the contents of the pot.

Inside, boiled human organs were carefully arranged, their shapes unmistakable. The liver, the kidneys. They were all there, simmering in what appeared to be some sort of broth. The meat had been tenderized, and softened as if it had been prepared for someone to feast upon.On the counter, surrounded by the knives, was a plate. A strange, unholy plate.

It was full of meat. Gristly, raw meat. It looked as though it had been hastily thrown together—chunks of flesh, slices of skin, and strips of muscle, some unrecognisable. The smell intensified as they moved closer. There was no mistaking it now. This wasn’t some butcher’s leftovers. It was human. And it was fresh.

One officer, his hand trembling, lifted the lid. The smell hit them immediately—a nauseating, putrid stench that made their stomachs turn. It wasn’t just blood, wasn’t just flesh. It was something else. It was the unmistakable scent of something cooked, of meat being prepared for consumption.

They leaned in closer, their eyes widening as they saw it—the contents of the pot.

Inside, boiled human organs were carefully arranged, their shapes unmistakable. The liver, the kidneys. They were all there, simmering in what appeared to be some sort of broth.

The meat had been tenderised, and softened as if it had been prepared for someone to feast upon.

She was attempting to serve his body parts to his children.

Man-Eater is a dramatic and gripping account of the first women in Australia to be given a life sentence without parole and a special addendum ‘never to be released’.

*CAUTION: This book contains descriptive accounts of abuse and violence. If you are especially sensitive to this material, it might be advisable not to read any further