K. S. Dearsley

@ksdearsley.bsky.social

Everyone has a hidden talent. Mine's doing nothing. When I'm not practising it, I write speculative fiction.

By way of #reprieve for not dropping him from the very, very great height of the bridge, the servant swore on both his mothers’ lives, all the Patrons and even the Lord Protector himself that he would not, under any circumstances, tell anyone that Ilyna had been there. He lied, of course. #vss365

Raimi sat forward on the bench, his knuckles white where he gripped the back of the seat in front of him. Ussu clamped her hands over her ears, and Lar's head was bowed. Ro became aware of a small wandering voice, and noticed frowns from people on the benches nearby. #ThingsToWriteAbout

Come to the sea or lake With me Sit arm wrapped on the between edge Watch the sunset and murmur sweet plans Wait together for the moonglade To all but touch our toes Then share a first kiss In a world too new for anything else #vss365

My father had a box full of wolves teeth and stopped watches, another he claimed held the four winds. He’d put me on his shoulders saying that he was a ship of the line, the wooden wall, and I was his main sail and north star. Together we collected rain and melted into stone #poem #poetry