Identity Theft 101: Inklet, #98

By Liana Brooks

Adopting a new identity before the internet? A cinch. Piece of cake. Barely meant moving towns.

But these days? A much trickier proposition. One that takes planning. Careful planning.

And not, say, ending up in the hospital, where nosy doctors ask probing questions…

If you love cunning characters who are more than what they seem, don't miss Identity Theft 101!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Inkprint Press
• Release date: Jan 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215734407

Liana Brooks

Liana Brooks once read the book GOOD OMENS by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett and noted that both their biographies invited readers to send money (or banana daiquiris). That seems to have worked well for them. Liana prefers strawberry daiquiris (virgin!) and will never say no to large amounts of cash in unmarked bills. Her books are sweet and humorous with just enough edge to keep you reading past your bedtime. Liana was born in San Diego and in addition to there has lived in Illinois, Colorado, Florida, Texas, Alabama, Georgia, South Carolina, and Kansas. We'd like to tell you where she is right now, but last we checked she was researching books on both Alaska and Africa. Not only are the bookstore algorithms breaking trying to track this lady, but we can't tell you where to mail that daiquiri. Your best bet is to try Twitter where you can often find @LianaBrooks talking about her four kids, her giant dog, and plans for world domination.

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Identity Theft 101

INKLET #98

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Liana Brooks

www.InkprintPress.com

IDENTITY THEFT 101

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Being immortal in the modern world is... tricky.

I really didn’t see computers coming. Or the cameras. Or internet.

Odd’s blood, but do you know how wild the idea of the internet is when you’ve spent centuries happily ignoring the gossip about you?

It’s like the nosiest old auntie of the land was given the gift of being everywhere at once.

...All right, gift is the wrong word. That would definitely be a curse. 

Either way, being immortal has become exceptionally more difficult in the past half century. It used to be as easy as moving mid-plague, or falling down in a battle and staying there for a few hours. Then you’d hike for a few days until you were in a new area and claim you were attacked by robbers, or bandits, or Crusaders, or whoever the local igglywaffin was.

Now there are passports, digital phones, and internet. 

And doctors.

Such annoying doctors.

I sat on the cold, paper-covered medical altar looking like a sacrifice to a possibly addled elder-god as a young man only in his sixth decade of life poked at my back with all the grace of enraged hippo. 

This is interesting. A cold-but-youthful finger traced a scar that bisected my back right side. What happened here?

It was years ago. The 1860’s maybe? Or was that