Their victims are in place where the world around them is so foreign that after adjusting their senses to adapt still the rush of fear takes over. A kind of fear that made them close their eyes and envision home. A kind of fear, that couldn't be spoken of because simply could not pin point its exact cause, or reason. These poor victims are the murders of my book. Klaudia will dig down so deep in your mind, that afterwards simple objects or settings become amplified with meaning. In Our Own Eyes, is a strong taste of what it is like to be Klaudia, a lesbian serial killer on a trifling emotional battle to fulfillment of self. Klaudia will make people shift in their seat and look around just to justify existence. She will take people into a place which should spell horror, but portrays truth and love instead. Klaudia must find her love, and meaning in life. She must show you just how human she is by doing the most inhuman things. She does these things for Ed Gein, Albert Fish, Charles Manson and many others, who did not have the chance to prove that they did have a meaning in life. Those that did feel love, and who could relate to every person on this planet. It is often, the media who defines people as objects after their own judgment, and when biography's come out, no one seems to want to know truth, when only the short half life of one is shown. In Our Own Eyes, Klaudia VeSar has readers flipping through each page, reading each letter of each word, just to find themselves, as they relate to most obscene, gruesome, and shocking characters. This is not a story of simple fear, but the fear you get when you find yourself loving those who commit acts of a disturbing manner. This is her story, of love. This is her chance to tell the truth about life, and loving, and feeling the most one can in the nature of being. This is her story, in her own eyes . . .