MONSTERS ARE WORDS

Godfrey Illinois. 2 A.M. Alone, walking down a narrow road with mist as his sole companion, a boy finds a book. It sits in the middle of a crossroads, all the street lights about it blinking red. And, despite his lackadaisical nature, he wanders off the sidewalk and picks it up with not an ounce of piety to show for the inauspiciousness of the occasion. A rough leather bound tome with a strange inscription, the boy thinks the book innocuous, a curio. Idiot. With a name like Seven though, perhaps the boy can be forgiven for his misfortune . . . and his missteps. Meh. Either way Seven has no idea he's about to release a trickster god from time immemorial, and with her, mayhem on a level our rational world has never experienced; a procession of the weird. A monster's parade. And so, without further ado, Yokai, the aberrant beings and manifestations of Japan's storied and occultic landscape, are hereby re-invited to party the night, the day, and any other time they wish away! And unfortunately for Seven and his new found partner, they're the ones who'll have to clean up the mess and send these monsters back into the mist and yore of the pages of the past.

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