KL Wooderson.
@communi-kate.bsky.social
Fantasy writer living in Invercargill, NZ. Usually found working, running or writing. She/her.
The smith, who knew better, slid her hands beneath the swathed bundle and heaved the swords over the side, relaxing as the voices drifted down into the deep offshore trench to make their promises to the whales.
February 10, 2026 at 8:56 AM
The smith, who knew better, slid her hands beneath the swathed bundle and heaved the swords over the side, relaxing as the voices drifted down into the deep offshore trench to make their promises to the whales.
The magical swords bundled in the bottom of her boat were forged from the bones of gods or fashioned from meteorite iron, and their eldritch voices promised the smith power, wealth and flawless fighting skill if she would only take them up.
February 10, 2026 at 8:56 AM
The magical swords bundled in the bottom of her boat were forged from the bones of gods or fashioned from meteorite iron, and their eldritch voices promised the smith power, wealth and flawless fighting skill if she would only take them up.
When I read the header I hoped this story was about Jan Morris and her wife. And it was! What a wonderful article. I believe their joint tombstone was meant to read 'Here lie two friends, at the end of one life'.
February 16, 2025 at 2:55 AM
When I read the header I hoped this story was about Jan Morris and her wife. And it was! What a wonderful article. I believe their joint tombstone was meant to read 'Here lie two friends, at the end of one life'.