Inkartist Stories

My name is Amelia R. Adams, and I am not your average teenage girl. I know, I know, typical 'oh,i stand out! I'm important' routine. But i have bet on how good this book on my life sells so... a quick once over of myself. I am a hunter. I hunt things that go bump in the night. You know, boogie man, Dracula. Those types of monsters. I am a teenage girl. I PMS. No getting away from that no matter how awesome, or bad ass my job is. Sorry. I live with my older brother, we where hired for a job, when something strange happened. And not my usual 'strange', the kind where shit goes wrong, and people almost die. Something isn't right in little town Oaks ville, and it's left to me to figure out when a demon comes hunting me down for a girl i knew as a kid. Damn, i almost wish i were normal, not.

“Words are our treasures.” “I know. They are sacred and powerful-” “No. You don’t understand yet, youngling. They are also our biggest fear, our most horrible nightmare. Our most dangerous weapon.” A future, thought not our own, a future of another world. Where words and languages are their treasures, their secrets and their joys. Where words are their tools and their weapons. One wrong word could end your life, or a right one could bring you eternal youth or treasures beyond your wildest dreams. Words are the most dangerous things to wield, your most sacred treasure and your worst nightmare in one.

A con artist, former gang member and a 16 year old delusional schizophrenic with trust issues. What could they possibly have in common? The world greatest hacker of course, and trademark virtual Voodoo doll is the only lead they have to their leader. So what happens when their 'leader' is nothing more than a 12 year old girl with no real name? A shit load of trouble that's what.