KJ Karlsson
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The Talents
Danny Foxworth was the first to die. He was young, very young, and very, very inexperienced. So inexperienced, in fact, that none of us could quite understand how he’d gotten into field work—he must’ve been some officer’s cousin’s brother-in-law’s son, and been assigned to the expedition as an act of familial courtesy. He was charming, and funny, and utterly irresponsible. We weren’t surprised when he died.
By KJ Karlsson3 years ago in Fiction
Ava & The Honeybees
There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley. .. Ava sniffed the air, her big paws treading softly through a gnarly blue scrub of heather. She was close, very close, to the tree her grandfather had described: a huge old trunk of wild cherry, bursting with the thick golden juice of the bees, dripping with clusters of buttery white comb. She could taste it already—she had been dreaming of tasting it for a whole year, ever since old Grizzle Beard had told her about it one summer night, as they sat beside the fire together and drank blackberry mead. Ava wasn’t supposed to drink mead—she was far too young, her mother said—but she was twelve years old already, and she felt very grown-up. She was more grown-up, she thought, than her brother, Stub Ear, who was sixteen, and prone to fits of sulkiness, and playing moody songs on his lute. And she was far more grown-up than the twins, Tor and Torvald, who were only five years old, and very silly, and also cried a good deal. In fact, it was quite noisy in the big grey cave along the cliffs of Mór-Dune, which her family called home. The twins were almost always whinging about something, and her mother’s grumbling was incessant. She was glad to be out in the woods. She just wished Grizzle Beard could have come with her.
By KJ Karlsson4 years ago in Fiction
