In a forgotten village, buried under Russia's snow, silence, and sorrow, an old woman stumbles upon a morning sight that will haunt the entire community forever: the river is full of dolls. Thousands of dolls. All identical, all floating belly-up, their heads turned aside, their tiny arms raised as if accusing the heavens. And this... is only the beginning. A stoic militia officer. A town steeped in whispers.
An investigation that spirals into a nightmare of flesh and memory. And a sinister figure, hunted by his past and trapped in a body that never truly belonged to him. The dolls are not random. They are witnesses. They are messengers. They are trophies. Little Mothers is a disturbing, visceral, and hypnotic descent into trauma, twisted identity, and the monstrous truths that refuse to stay buried - even beneath layers of ice and years of silence.
Ciprian Mitoceanu masterfully blends psychological horror with social grotesque and haunting symbolism, crafting a story that clings to you long after you've turned the final page. WARNING: This story is not for the faint of heart. But if you dare look into the darkest corners of the human soul - this book is for you.
In a forgotten village, buried under Russia's snow, silence, and sorrow, an old woman stumbles upon a morning sight that will haunt the entire community forever: the river is full of dolls. Thousands of dolls. All identical, all floating belly-up, their heads turned aside, their tiny arms raised as if accusing the heavens. And this... is only the beginning. A stoic militia officer. A town steeped in whispers.
An investigation that spirals into a nightmare of flesh and memory. And a sinister figure, hunted by his past and trapped in a body that never truly belonged to him. The dolls are not random. They are witnesses. They are messengers. They are trophies. Little Mothers is a disturbing, visceral, and hypnotic descent into trauma, twisted identity, and the monstrous truths that refuse to stay buried - even beneath layers of ice and years of silence.
Ciprian Mitoceanu masterfully blends psychological horror with social grotesque and haunting symbolism, crafting a story that clings to you long after you've turned the final page. WARNING: This story is not for the faint of heart. But if you dare look into the darkest corners of the human soul - this book is for you.