Just a quick note to the entire Inkshares family. I’ve only been up-and-running for a few weeks now, but I’m already struck by the energy I’m steadily drawing off of this place. I should have known that surrounding myself with a fraternity of writers would do exactly that, but it’s been much more than I expected. So often what we do is such a solitary endeavor, staring at the screen and that taunting cursor, that it’s easy to assume the hurdles and obstacles and celebrations that you’re experiencing aren’t being experienced by other writers here, there and everywhere. This site is a welcome reminder of all that. Thanks for the many kind welcoming words over these past couple of weeks. It’s good to be here.
When the remains of Jack the Rippers first five victims turn up in a Louisiana swamp, an English detective and a local sheriff join forces to unravel the Rippers true identity...only to find themselves caught up in a modern day conspiracy.
A massive paramilitary group. A fully armed society. An exploding population of cockroaches. Amidst it all, an entomophobic pacifist who has yet to need a cybernetic limb.
