“Those are very unusual guns,” said Mason. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite like them.”
She pulled a pistol out. “This is the Wilkes and Hawkins Black Demon .32.”
“Custom job?”
“Modified to my specifications,” she answered. “Fifteen shots to the clip, and it’s just this side of a hair trigger. Sculpted to fit my hand, and weighted exactly as I directed—and it’s got a chip that reads my palm print. No one else can fire it.” She slid the pistol back into its holster. “There’s not a more accurate pistol around.”

The Amulet of Power, Chapter 2