vss365 Yip

“Don’t #yip at me you fresh-bitten cur,” she growled from her rocking chair. “My kin’ve shared souls since the hills were young. I’ll not have you telling me how ta manage my wolves.”

“The Council–”

“Ha! Pack of useless city strays. Tell them they need ta come.”

Martha Bechtel

My name is Martha Bechtel and I write fantasy and science fiction stories, paint small model horses silly colors, cast resin and plaster magnets, code random code (and Wordpress plugins)... Come on in and join in the fun!

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