Confessions: Inklet, #44

By Amy Laurens

In a world where only priests make art, she listens as strange noises range outside her cell.

She assumed the authorities wanted to question her about her little brother.

But the truth? Much more sinister than that.

The price for her transgressions? Everything she ever held dear.

A cautionary tale about crossing boundaries, and the power of art to affect reality.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Inkprint Press
• Release date: Oct 15, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393923602

Amy Laurens

AMY LAURENS is an Australian author of fantasy fiction for all ages. Her story Bones Of The Sea, about creepy carnivorous mist and bone curses, won the 2021 Aurealis Award for Best Fantasy Novella. Amy has also written the award-winning portal-fantasy Sanctuary series about Edge, a 13-year-old girl forced to move to a small country town because of witness protection (the first book is Where Shadows Rise), the humorous fantasy Kaditeos series, following newly graduated Evil Overlord Mercury as she attempts to acquire a castle, the young adult series Storm Foxes, about love and magic and family in small town Australia, and a whole host of non-fiction, both for writers AND for people who don’t live with constant voices in their heads. Other interesting details? Let’s see. Amy lives with her husband and two kids in suburban Canberra. She used to be a high-school English teacher, and she was once chewed on by a lion. (The two are unrelated. It was her right thumb.) Amy loves chocolate but her body despises it; she has a vegetable garden that mostly thrives on neglect; and owns enough books to be considered a library. Of course. Oh, and she also makes rather fancy cakes in her spare time. She’s on all the usual social media channels as @ByAmyLaurens, but you’ve got the best chance of actually getting a response on Instagram or the contact form on her website. <3

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Confessions

INKLET #44

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AMY LAURENS

www.InkprintPress.com

Confessions

There’s a knife on the table, and I don’t know why. It makes me think that maybe they’re going to sacrifice me after all, but jeans and a galaxy t-shirt don’t really make for sacrificial clothes, so I don’t know what’s up with that.

I’ve been stuck in this room for five hours now—thank sanity they let me keep my watch, even though they took away my wallet, my phone, even my earrings and shoes—and I’ve no clue why they even brought me here.

At first I thought it was Tommy again—heaven knows they’ve hauled him in for questioning enough times, what with his ‘extra-curricular activities’. But last time I saw him he assured me he’d given up the dope for good, and I believe him, and anyway if this was just about him they wouldn’t have left me here to sweat for five hours alone with a ceremonial knife.

I have no freaking clue what they want me to do. I assume at some point they’ll come question me, but half an hour ago I heard loud